Ming Xi stared at her reflection nervously. This was the final audition for her first national tv role, and she doesnt want to screw this up. Major sponsors will be on board watching. It wasnt a big role, mind you. It was as a supporting actress, she'll probably even get a few minutes of screen time per episode she'll be in, but to her those few minutes matter.

She looked back at all the hard work she has done to get to her seat today. After exposures on ad campaigns and bulking up her portfolio, she was confident she can get this done. But for some reason she was nervous. Her gut feeling is telling her something but she cant pinpoint what it could be.

Sitting inside the make shift dressing room with other audition hopefuls, the room was busy. The place was filled with young actors and actresses with previous acting background already, making her own portfolio look like child's play.

She felt a gentle tap on her shoulder, she looked up to find a young assistant holding a clipboard and adjusting his lapel mic, "Dong Ming Xi, right? You're needed at the admin office."

Ming Xi stared at him, confused. Why would she be needed there? She was supposed to be with the next 3 actors for the audition in a few minutes. "Admin Office? What do you mean?" She didnt get notice of a change of venue in the audition.

The assistant glanced at his clipboard and shrugged, "I dont know really, just doing what I'm told."

She nodded. Of course, everyone in this room is pretty much doing what they are told. She looked around and noticed that a few actresses are looking in her direction.

What is going on?

The room was awkwardly silent. The desk at the center was temporarily occupied by the managing producer of the show, a friend of Meizuo whom he usually hang out for drinks at the bar. The building was one of the city's affluent theaters and studios, usually used by large productions for auditions, fan meetings, sometimes even mini-concerts. They decided to use this meeting room in the admin office for privacy.

Aside from the dark wood desk occupying most of the space at the center, there was a large leather sofa and two accent chairs across each other in front of the desk. The producer glanced at the three young men sitting at the sofa, the glass table at the center was laid with cups of coffee, untouched. He was quietly observing the three. Handsome and looks to be of influence. Each of them emitting a certain aura of power. They had introduced themselves earlier, and he was amazed that he got the chance to meet these three very influential men of their own fields. Other than Meizuo, the other two he only knew by name and reputation.

He cleared his throat to break the silence, "Meizuo, I trust you to handle this matter. I've seen her portfolio--" he gestured at the folder in the middle of the glass table, "--and I'm not sure if she is what we want for the role."

"Of course, Han. She is a very good friend, but I am also an objective person. I don't know if she's good either. Yet she works harder than any actress I know. Or at least dated." Meizuo said nonchalantly, leaning back into the sofa. "And I have already explained to you the situation."

"We just wanted to know how much she knows. And by having her here and seeing her genuine reaction to us, hopefully you can see her it as something that can be beneficial to you as a producer." Ximen said, all business-like, as he reached for the coffee and blew into the cup. "I personally want to see if she remembers us and acknowledges it or denies knowing us at all."

The third guy in the middle remained silent. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but in this room.

They wanted to test this young woman, who they claim to be having some sort of amnesia and if she can recognize them at all. He, Han Yoshi, a producer of 4 years have seen his fair share of drama onscreen and in real life but this is something else.

The door suddenly opened and a assistant came in, "Sir, she's here."

He nodded, "Show her in."

The assistant left and a petite young lady came in. She was dressed in a simple grey offshoulder tshirt, shorts and combat boots. Long dark hair and large brown eyes met his, looking confused. "Uhmm... Hi."

He stood up. "Hello Miss Dong. Han Yoshi." he reached out his hand.

"Hello sir, of course I know who you are. You are after all, a well known producer. Though I'm not quiet sure why I am here when the audition is at the theater" She smiled as she reached over to shake his hand and he realized that she was pretty up close.

Ming Xi didnt notice the other three men sitting in the sofa until Han gestured for her to take a seat across them. She was surprised to see Lei.

"Lei! What are you doing here?" his presence in the room adding more confusion to her already confused mind.

He nodded, still not saying anything. She glanced at the other two men. They look familiar but not really. Something tells her that this is not an ordinary meeting.

Then it hit her. Are they---?

"Hello. I'm Ming Xi." she said, unsure how to address them.

Ximen glanced at Meizuo, then nodded in silent communication.

Meizuo smiled. "Hello Sanchai."

She looked from Lei and back to the other two men, even more confused than before she entered the room. What is going on?

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure if I know you." she said almost apologetically, her voice trailing off with uncertainty.

The guy wearing this ridiculous looking spectacles who was holding the coffee cup gently placed it on the table and looked at her. "Sanchai, you dont have to pretend."

She blinked. Does she know them? She tried to remember the things she and Li Zhen talked about. She knew that she has been denying herself a lot of things. The feelings she knew lies somewhere within her remained boiling underneath, waiting for the right time to pour out. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of work, school and advertising campaigns that things she knows she should be taking care of were pushed back. She wanted to do something for herself and not be in constant shadow of a life she was told she lead before. Li Zhen had vaguely talked about a certain group of men named---

Her eyes widened at the realization. Her legs gave out and she found herself plopped on the seat, her hands clutching the armrests tightly.

If Lei and..and.. Misho? Mesu? Meizuo! and..and..urgh... Xi--- Xima? Ximen?Ah, Yes! Ximen!.. if they are here then that means... He.. Is..He...

Like a wave of unfamiliar emotions, she found herself clutching her chest and breathing heavily.

Memories flashed before her eyes.. a party by the beach.. her first kiss.. at the rooftop of a building of what seems to be a school unlike the school she is in now.. a woman looking at her like she was a discarded rag.. a rooftop of a skyscraper.. cookies.. a necklace... chinese restaurant with the inviting smell of freshly cooked noodles.. a bridge.. flashing lights...

"Oh my god.." she whispered as feelings came surfacing, she finds herself catching her breath, tears already falling, but she cant seem to hold them back.. She looked up at the man with the silly looking specs. "Why?"