A story about a girls adventures with EXO. ForewordI was coming back from school, exhausted and frustrated with absolutely everything in life. Yes, absolutely everything. And it was only the first month of senior year of high school. I had so many days left of school, and I was already thinking about the last day. I know, silly me. Along with thinking about the last day of school, I was opening up YouTube on my laptop to watch the favorite Korean group of all time – EXO. Their music made me feel alive and almost nourished again. It erased my sorrows that I had been having all day. It made me be who I wanted to be. While I was in the middle of listening to the EXO album Miracles of December, my mom’s booming voice was heard across the room next door. It was the usual—“Turn the music DOWN Myra!” I was used to it, so I just turned the music down a bit and continued to listen. “TOO LOUD Myra! I’m trying to do work here!!” screamed my mother. I was used to these statements, and it barely even affected me anymore. I simply said yes and turned off my music and started to work. My dream was to go to South Korea one day and meet EXO, but it would be extremely difficult since I practically lived in the other side of the world—in the state of Idaho in the United States of America. This is one of the states that are never visited by any Korean idols on their tours. It is always New York, California, Florida, Illinois for Chicago, etc. I bet EXO doesn’t even know a state like Idaho exists. Anyway, so I just started to do my assignments for school and get on with life. And this was my life story. Pretty boring, right? The only reason why I was living my life like this was for one purpose and one purpose only—to go to South Korea after high school ends. I had planned on going to university there, and I had even learned Korean using online resources here. My pronunciation sucked, but it was understandable.             So where am I now? I am in Seoul, South Korea, in junior year of college. It was a terrifying experience at first, but people slowly accepted me. I mean, I understood their behaviors towards me in the beginning of the year; I can’t blame them. I am Indian, but NOT Native American. That means that I have brown skin, and apparently, they were asking me questions like, “Did you always have brown skin?” and, “Did you get a tan done?” and even “If you touch something, does that automatically turn brown too?” I mean, come on. So I am here now, living by myself in an apartment, trying to balance my school and personal life and trying to meet EXO. It has been two years of tough misery.             So, did I ever meet EXO? I did, actually. And I have done more than just meeting them.