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Part 11 - May 9th

"It was a big accomplishment, but we managed," I said to Yoongi, handing him my phone again. "That is how you say what you just typed in."

It was 7:09 AM and I had agreed to teaching Yoongi.

Why?

I have no idea.

He was pretty much expressionless, so I couldn't say that he was kind.

I barely knew him, so I couldn't say I liked him.

As a friend, of course.

But, he did seem interested in learning, so I had to teach him, didn't I?

Sure...

But for sure, this was the last time I was going to teach him.

Ever.

Yoongi nodded his head and jotted down what I had said into his notebook, glancing at my phone when he forgot. He grabbed it and typed something else in the app.

Yes, I got an app.

Google Translate and its lack of formatting was annoying me.

He handed me my phone. I read over what he had written.

"Okay," I said. "We love our fans and everything we do is possible because of them."

Honestly, what were these weird phrases?

He wrote down what I had said.

We continued in this process for a good hour and a half.

"Um, Emilienne," RM said when the hour and a half was over. "Thank you for helping Yoongi. He was telling me last night that you were really nice and that you were a great teacher."

"Yeah, no problem," I said.

"Um, in case you ever need anything, here's my email," RM said, handing me a slip of paper.

Why would I need anything from him?

"Thank you," I took the paper anyway, shoving it into the pocket of my denim shirt. Yoongi and RM left. I sighed, glad that my teaching days were over.

I was a much better student than I was a teacher.

I grabbed my coffee from the table and continued outside, curious about what to do. After a quick Google search, I decided to head to the Museum of Contemporary Art.

I took a bus from the café and headed to MOCA.

Hey, just like MOMA!

Gosh, I was homesick.

I paid for my ticket and searched the museum for something interesting. 

Jason Pollock' s Number 1, 1949: A Conservation Treatment

This sounds fun.

I entered the exhibit to find colorful, abstract paintings filled with yellows, red, and white.

The many paintings and pictures there sent shivers up my spine.

They were beautiful in their own ways.

By the time I had left the exhibit, it was 12:43.

Meh.

I decided to visit one more exhibit then go to lunch.

After the second exhibit, I left the museum and got some Chinese take-out.

Hey, I was feeling lazy. 

As I finished up the last bits of my lo mein, I took out my phone.

Nothing exciting.

After I was done, I strolled around LA, enjoying the feeling of the city. By 4:32, my mom had called me three times to come back to the hotel.

I wondered about her and how sane she was. A lot.

I know, that was rude.

I'm sorry.

I took a couple of last minute pictures and left for the hotel.

Time for dinner.

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Author's Note:

Sorry for the short chapter, it's a bit of a filler. More content coming soon!!

: )