How they never met, living in the same town, going to the same school, no one can really say. But they never did. They never heard each other's heart-song.
When she sang outside that upper class club, she expected the dirty looks. Strumming her guitar, she sang with all she had. She knew how many "no's" she would hear, and she was only beginning. But when a man stopped, his long silver hair blowing in the slight breeze and amber eyes burning a hole in her, she just knew that this was her chance. She dug deep, her chocolate eyes falling closed as she sang. He could see her soul in her face, hear her heart in her voice and it made his skin tingle. His assistant began to speak and he held up his hand, a crowd now gathering silently around the young woman to listen. She finished her song, her eyes opening and her smiled beaming. Those who had been walking by, giving her dirty looks, now clapped, looking at the tall, silver-haired man. He didn't move, didn't speak. He only looked into her chocolate eyes, willing her to play again. His message was heard loud and clear as she began to play again. All eyes turned back to her as her raven locks blew around her face. Her choice of genre was not his style, but he knew that Country was growing in popularity and that this woman had the talent to be at the top of the charts. She sang an empowering song about how strong a woman could be and he smirked. This song fit her, he could tell right away. She was a live-wire, she would be hard to control and even harder to explain. But he could not simply walk away and let someone else find her. He leaned down to his assistant, a young woman that he had taken under his wing after her family was lost, and murmured in her ear. Her face brightened and she rummaged through her trusty blue bag until she found what he has asked for. Once the woman's song ended and another round of applause was given, the young black-haired assistant moved forward, extending her hand.
"Hello, my name is Rin. You have a wonderful voice." She was a perky woman and her smile was contagious.
The singer smiled widely, taking her hand and shaking it lightly. "Thank you, I am Kagome. You really liked it?"
Rin clapped her hands together. "Of course! This is my boss, Sesshomaru Takahashi. He owns a music production company, Shikon Productions, have you heard of it?"
Sesshomaru stepped forward, extending his hand. Kagome's eyes went wide and she nodded, taking his hand and shaking it calmly, inside she was screaming and dancing. "Yes, yes, I sent a recording there…" Her face fell slightly and Sesshomaru's face darkened a bit. "The woman who reviewed it told me that it was not the genre that the company was looking for…"
"Who was this woman, do you remember her name?" Sesshomaru's voice made Kagome jump. It was deep, smooth and just as intimidating as his looks. Kagome got the feeling that if she disclosed her name, she would be losing her job as soon as he was able to do so. He could see her reluctance. "You see, Shikon Productions does not turn an artist down on genre alone. If an artist has talent, as you have, that artist should not be turned down." His face lighten a bit when his words made her face flush.
"I… I have talent?" She asked softly, her eyes sparkling. His nod made her heart fly. "Kagura something… I don't remember her last name, but it was Kagura, she had black hair and reddish eyes, very cold attitude." Kagome frowned.
Sesshomaru nodded to Rin and she dug in her bag, pulling out a clipboard and scribbling a note for later. She then put it away and turned back to Kagome. "Well, Miss Kagome, by Mr. Takahashi's invitation, would you be interested in coming by the production studio tomorrow? He is interested in working with you, if you would agree to it." She held out a card with a time and date on the back.
Kagome did a very good imitation of a fish for a moment for so before she managed to nod her head. "Ye-Yes! Of course!" she took the card and stared at it. "I will be there!" She could have kissed him as she held her old guitar tightly to her body.
"Well than, we will see you tomorrow, Miss Kagome." His voice was smooth as butter as he gave a small wave and went inside the club. She blinked after him for a moment and then released a squeal that scared the birds from the trees behind her. She danced a victory dance in a circle, repositioned her guitar and began to play an upbeat song, singing her heart out for all to hear.