Hey what's up everyone?

After feeling inspired I decided to write my second fanfiction story dedicated to every person with a guitar who dreams of becoming rich and famous with it one day!

Hope you like

Please review I'm not sure how all this is going to go (story still materializing in my mind)

I don't own anything

Btw I'm using character's english names because that's what all the characters are going to address each other as

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It was night when he finally got home, probably a little after midnight. He opened the door to the mansion where he lived, an acoustic guitar in its case held in his left hand and an electric one slung over his back. He turned on a light and blinked at the brightness. He looked round the large well-decorated atrium now lit by an elegant crystal chandelier. He looked down and saw his own reflection in the polished marble floor below him. He adjusted some of the long dirty blond hair which had gotten out of place and placed it behind his ear. He heard someone stirring up stairs. Soon after a slim woman walked out in a bathrobe. Her long red hair was still wet from a shower.

"Hi Matt," she greeted, "How'd it go?"

"Not bad, I guess," he remarked, "I think our sound guy turned down my singing too much again. But the rest sounded pretty good."

"Did you get to do an encore?" She asked.

" I thought about it but I didn't think the crowd was giving us enough energy to do one." He answered, "Which is a little disappointing I wanted to pull out the new song I wrote."

"Aww…" She said sympathetically "I'm sure you'll get to do it next time."

She smiled at him. Matt gave a weaker smile in reply.

"I sure hope so…" he said.

"Hey Sora, where'd you put my shampoo?" asked another voice from upstairs.

Out came a man also in a bathrobe. He was well built and his well-defined legs were clearly visible underneath the bathrobe. His coarse brown hair was not wet but it looked like it could use some conditioner; it was wild and stuck out in almost every direction.

"I put it on the counter Tai!" Said the woman back to the man in the bathrobe.

"Oh, okay." Tai said. After that he walked up to Sora, wrapped his arms around her and gave her a peck on the cheek. Then he turned to Matt who had just walked in.

"Hey buddy," He said, " You have a killer gig? Were the girls screaming'?"

"Haha, yeah some of them," replied Matt " It was a pretty average gig, not too awful, but nothing spectacular."

" Alright cool." Said Tai, " Well Sora and I are going to bed. G'night Matt!"

With that the Tai and Sora walked off.

"You'd better not have taken all the hot water!" Matt heard Tai say.

Matt walked down a hallway to his room. He dropped his guitars on top of the mess of clothing, music sheets, magazines, and other random crap. He decided he needed something to drink. In the kitchen Matt walked over to the full bar set up on the sidewall. He took a few bottles and mixed himself a cup of peach vodka. He took a sip and swallowed deeply enjoying the feel of the cool liquid flowing down his throat. Matt turned around in his bar stool back against the counter of the bar.

He looked at the wall with various pictures and things on it. One of the framed papers was an article. It read "Tokyo U Star Taichi Kamiya leads team to World Cup Playoff Spot". Matt remembered when that happened. Tai had gotten a spot in the practice squad for Japan's World Cup Soccer Team his senior year at college. Through a series of events Tai had gotten to play in one of the key games for Japan. He scored a goal in the last minute to tie the game, then kicked the winning goal in overtime. Ever since then Tai had become a huge soccer star especially in Japan. There wasn't a day that went by when someone didn't come up to Tai to ask for his autograph.

Matt's gaze shifted over to a green patterned dress that hung next to the article on the wall. That dress had been one of the first designs Sora had come up with. That dress along with a couple of other designs had given Sora her first break in the high world of fashion design. Sora then climbed higher in the world of fashion till becoming a household name in just about every fashion magazine. She had columns in various different clothing magazines and had her own line of name brand items. The name brand? "Soar" of course.

Then Matt looked at one of the most prominent photos on the wall. It was a near life-sized photo of Tai and Sora. Sora was in an elegant white wedding dress and Tai was wearing a tux with a dark blue vest and bow tie. They held up the backs of their left hands. Both hands had a diamond wedding ring on the ring finger. The marriage of Tai, a soccer star, and Sora, a high class fashion designer, made the two of them huge celebrities, even bigger than they had been on their own. Matt remembered the wedding had been a huge media event. He had been the best man and one of his jobs was to keep the paparazzi from getting to see Tai or Sora while they were getting ready. They were in celebrity magazines on an almost constant basis. Photographers from tabloids also almost always were stalking around their estate.

The photo made Matt a little nostalgic of when Sora and he were going out. But he was happy for Tai and Sora, they really were meant for one another. Matt was just sad that he hadn't found someone for himself. Sora was the last serious relationship he'd had, and that was back in high school. Since then he'd just had flings and relationships that just ended up being friendships.

Matt took one last gulp of the drink in front of him and decided he'd better get to bed. He walked down the hall to his bed. There were more photos and papers denoting Sora and Tai's various achievements. It made Matt a little sad that he didn't have the great success that it seemed everyone around him had. Hell, even his brother was a rising writer who already had some acclaim. He had been voted most likely to become rich and famous in high school; what had happened? Matt walked into his room and made his way through the mess of amps and guitar equipment to his bed. He lay there and his body finally realized how tired he was. He quickly fell into a deep sleep.

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Tai had just taken a shower. His hair, which usually stuck up adding greatly to his height, now hung down to past his shoulders. He climbed into bed with his wife, Sora, who was scribbling something in a sketchbook.

"Hey, lemme see!" demanded Tai, reaching for the notebook.

"No!" Snapped Sora shutting the book, "You'll get to see it when it's ready!"

" Geez! I'm married to you and I still don't get to see your work? What do I have to do?"

"How bout mind your own business. Besides you didn't just marry me so you could see my designs before they came out right?"

"Yeah…" Tai admitted kissing Sora on the forehead. Sora in response put an arm around him.

"Have you noticed something different about Matt lately?" asked Sora.

"What do you mean?" Tai asked in response.

"I don't know exactly. But he just seems kinda sad. I notice he's been using more stuff from our bar too."

"Yeah, now that I think about it you may be right. He used to be a lot more excited when he'd come back from gigs. Now he's pretty indifferent. It's like he's frustrated things aren't going well."

"Well he might be getting frustrated that his band still hasn't made it still. As soon as we got out of high school we all thought Matt's band was gonna hit it big. They auditioned for that one record label and didn't get it. They said they didn't like Matt's singing and his lyrics were boring."

"Oh, yeah he got real broken up about it. He said he was gonna prove them wrong."

"But it's been like six years since then and Matt hasn't gotten a record deal or more than a local fan following."

Tai nodded.

"It's probably getting to him finally. That they might have been right."

"Something else happened yesterday. He wanted to pay us rent for wanting to stay here. He's never done that before in the year that he's lived with us. He said he felt guilty about mooching off of us."

"You told him it's not like that right? He's no burden we have more than enough money and stuff as it is. Besides he's like the best friend we have!"

"I told him that, but I think he feels like he needs to validate himself somehow. You know how men need to be able to provide for themselves and their family."

"Yeah, I do. I hope he knows he's not an obligation. He's our friend we're happy to have him around."

"I hope he gets his big break soon. I remember when I was still trying to get myself going in the fashion business. It's hard to get by until you're a big star. He probably feels bad having to stay with us for so long. When he first came he said he'd only be with us for a few months at the most."

"I hope he does too. I know he may not be the best singer or lyricist but he's an awesome guitarist. He works real hard too."

"He sure does I hear him playing like all day sometimes trying to write songs."

"Ha yeah it's a good thing we don't have neighbors or they'd complain."

"Tai they'd complain anyway cuz of the crazy stuff you're always doing!"

"I don't even know what you're talking about."

"Pretty sure neighbors would have gotten upset if they found out you were trying to learn to fly a helicopter in the back yard! Alright Tai, Let's go to sleep I have to go into the studio tomorrow morning."

"Hey that helicopter thing didn't go so badly!" Tai tried to say in his defense, "Sure you wouldn't want to change into something more… comfortable before you go to sleep?"

A sly smile crept onto Tai's face.

"Oh, not tonight, Tai." Sora said turning out the light.

"All right…" said Tai not fully believing her. But he put his hands behind his head and went to sleep. Soon all was quiet in the Kamiya mansion.

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Well what'd you think of that? I'm really interested to know.

As with my other writing feel free to point out errors it annoys me as much as you.

Hopefully you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! (which I think would be difficult I had so much fun writing this. I wrote it all in one sitting typing furiously. But if you did that's great! Tell me!)