Sherms : It has been such a long time since I last updated anything. I am so sorry so here is a short story. I am thinking of discontinuing my other fic since I have zero commitment? And the story is not getting anywhere. What do you think? Perhaps I'll just stick to one-shots. Like this one.
Anyways, please enjoy!
Sitting on the rocking chair he hardly left these days. The once charismatic and famous idol was left in his big retirement house with only the flowers and housekeepers as company. Enveloped by the scent of flowers in spring, he stared at his reflection in a puddle of water. His once silky orange locks were now the colour of snow, his smooth and flawless skin now crinkled with wrinkles. Making instruments come alive in his hands, playing beautiful melodies had once been a part of him that made people green with envy. Looking down at his now old and wrinkled hands, which were rough to the touch, he gave a quiet sigh. The sky was a shade of azure blue slowly turning dark with not a single cloud in the sky and the flowers created a sea of colours in his garden. Yet, he did not feel happy. He could not fully appreciate the gift of nature today, he only felt tired. A tired soul in a tired body resigned to wait for its day of coming, how very fitting. He gave a dry humourless chuckle.
A crackle of static broke the pleasant silence followed by the auto-tuned music of today's times. The man shook his head in disappointment. The music of today now consisted of computerized sounds and lyrics, which only talked about activities of pleasure humans partake in. The sweet melody of instruments and lyrics with hidden meaning of love and care was lost to the new generation.
"And now let's take a break from today's music and revisit the old times." the nameless deejay spoke with zeal. A familiar upbeat tune played from the radio and filled the sweet evening air. "Saa let's song! Yume wo utuao, Sora in utuao..."
It was their debut song. The man closed his eyes and let the heart-achingly familiar song sweep him back to the memories of his days in Saotome Academy and then Shining Agency and last of all the day they disbanded. Each saying their own farewells and empty promises to keep in touch. He wondered how everyone was as his vision blurred with tears.
Idols are worshipped and then thrown away after new and more popular idols come around. The period of time when they were popular compared to the time they took to become popular was drastically different. After STARISH had disbanded, they had never once came together for a reunion. Phone calls made were half hearted and they hardly had any topics of discussion, always ending after five minutes or so. He, Jinguji Ren had been an active member of STARISH till the day it disbanded and now here he was old and lonely.
Ringing his bell to call his housekeeper, Ren had him bring his saxophone to him. Holding the familiar brass instrument in weak and trembling hands, Ren positioned his mouth at the mouthpiece. His fingers quickly familiarized themselves with the Saxophone and he played a tune which he had composed. As the last of the notes died down, he panted taking in huge gulps of air, however his lungs seemed to have became weaker than it was. With a wistful smile, the once popular idol knew that his time was up. He closed his eyes and let himself go.
Sitting in a mahogany rocking chair, against the setting sun and a sea of flowers, Jinguji Ren passed away in a beautiful setting just like how he and the music he created was.