It has been 20 Earth years since then. I don't remember everything but I do remember thinking this: I was never coming back. The pandemic which was supposed to end after a month (or maybe three, I said I don't remember everything) went on and on until it was all we knew. Borders and businesses were closed. Masks were suddenly the trendiest fashion and/or health item. As for me, I was cooped inside my cozy Gangnam apartment. I was recording new music everyday... music that I thought I would release when all of this is over. Suffice to say, I didn't get to do that. It was late November 2020. A quarter after two in the dead of the morning. I was bored shitless, spending exorbitant amounts of money by shopping (online, of course) the latest skincare products that somehow never worked with my skin type. But I had the money so why not splurge, right? Anyway, I'm getting distracted. Yes, it was late at night/early in the morning. I was alone with my stuffed animals when at least fifteen people dressed in shiny black coats carrying Polaris Entertainment-produced weaponry entered my home without my permission. I couldn't even scream from the absolute shock of it all. They didn't hurt me physically though, bless their souls. I don't remember what happened next. I just remember waking up the next day in the whitest room I've ever seen. And a few minutes after that, the president of South Korea, Kim Jong-Un... wait, that's the North Korean president. I mean, Moon Jae-In, entered my room. He told me I was chosen as one of five South Korean citizens to take part in an experiment that aims to save humankind. I and four other lucky people would be extensively trained by the Korea Aerospace Exploration Agency for just a month to survive in space. I'm sure it's obvious by now but I'm definitely not the sharpest knife in the drawer, let's get that out there, so I wasn't sure how I was gonna survive in space. I can't even cook rice in a rice cooker, for God's sake. How was I gonna learn how to operate a spacecraft in a month? I was gonna tell him I can't do it but he wasn't exactly asking for my permission. This is worse than signing a slave contract with SM Entertainment. I didn't even get to sign anything. So for the next month, I was trained alone by a lovely Korean-Russian cosmonaut. And you bet I aced the training like I did most things... I'm joking, of course I sucked real bad but I was still somehow deemed fit for space travel. Now here's where my memory fails me. It must be the impact of space travel or maybe my brain just isn't wired to remember the most important things but I don't quite remember the journey itself. I was assigned to travel a few galaxies away from the Milky Way, enter a black hole named, ironically, BU55Y, and hope that I somehow end up in a world free from the pandemic. I was told I was assigned to the latest black hole the agency discovered so they literally don't know shit about what would happen to me when I go in there. I was told I just needed to believe. And so I did. And now I'm here, living in a planet so foreign yet somehow so familiar. I married the person  who rescued me when I arrived at BU55YLAND. And you won't believe this... but I'm actually the biggest pop star in this planet. I told you this place is both foreign and familiar. Being this planet's biggest pop star has its perks, true, but it also comes with a lot of pain. When my husband first discovered that I could sing, he made it his mission to make me BU55YLAND's biggest star. But he knew I had to hide my real identity or else I'd be sent back by the authorities to wherever I came from. I adapted a new name. I never spoke to any press, never had any interviews. I'd prepare for my stage, sing my songs and go home almost immediately. That was my routine for two decades now. And this drove people crazy. All types of rumours followed me - that I was not a BU55YLAND native (true), that I was made in a factory (partly true; I had to give up some of my vital organs and have them replaced with shatterproof metals and shit so I'd survive the space travel), that I was an industry plant (untrue; I am not Ava Max, please). And honestly, I'm tired of hiding. And over time, I have grown confident that the BU55YLAND populace won't exactly murder me or worse, send me back to Earth once they learn I am not one of them. I will be accepted. I will be loved. So to celebrate my 20th year here on BU55YLAND, I am finally taking off my mask. And I'm gonna do it the most extra way. I will release a new album containing 10 songs. These will be remakes of songs from 2020, the year I left Earth for good. But I can only choose one song as my title track. And I'm gonna need your help deciding that. This is... Well, hello there, oppa-deul and unnies. I hope y'all enjoyed the ballad of Bombarella. If you didn't read all of that (wouldn't hold it against you), don't worry, I, @Slice of Life, am here with the TL;DR version: ☊ Yes, this is still the K-Pop Song of the Year (#KSOTY2020) Rate. In a pool of 100 songs, we are to decide which is The Best K-Pop Song of the Year 2020. ☊ The winning song will be be the title track of Bombarella's new album. ☊ Uh, I guess that's it. But yes, welcome to the K-Pop Song of the Year (#KSOTY2020) Rate. Remember the fun and mess we had for the #KSOTY2019 Rate? Yeah, let's all do that all over again!