Kai Hiwatari

This Side of Paradise

Summery;

Nine Years old, Kai Hiwatari dreamed of becoming a Rock star. And with the help of his band, Tala, Bryan, Spencer and the former Chart-topper teen sensation Tyson Granger. Kai goes on a riveting road of Inspiration, Heartbreak, and Success on his Musical Journey. Kai Hiwatari music performed by Bryan Adams, and TyKa

(A/N; A little tribute to Bryan Adams. I thought I should make this story for a random reason, I don't know. . . for you guys out there? Anyway I kind of wondered how Bryan Adams' life was back then while listening to one of his CD's, and started day-dreaming away as I randomly thought of Kai singing Bryan Adams' Can't Stop This Thing We've Started and Heaven then I though. "Wow, I've got to write this. So hope you all like this and a part of this is chapter is based off of how I met a very good friend. So this is also for all the music lovers and readers out there! Especially my fans. Also I added TyKa in this story and it's the first TyKa I've ever written. XD.)

Disclaimer; I Own Nothing! Just the plot. Anything mentioned later on is courtesy to their owner itself. Especially Bryan Adams' Music.

Chapter 1 - The Little Boy in the Backseat

I REMEMBER THE GOOD OLD DAY WHEN I WAS ON MY WAY to the top. My First dream being on the same stage as one of the young Vocalist I met in school. He was famous at the time, for such a young boy to have a voice as an angel, somehow we talked in private, but that was a long time ago. When he told me what it was like on stage, I was all ears, and we were best friends.

The first song we've wrote together at nine years old was about a girl, but was abandoned half-way because he and his dad had to move away, his tour break had come to an end but we forgot to exchange phone numbers. Out of all the time in my life was perfect for two weeks.

The first time I was introduce to my friend was a week before my ninth birthday, and I was standing in the lockers with my friend, Tala Ivanov, We were talking about where to go for lunch break, either Cafe or the small Pizza place down the street, but somewhere temporary. Tala and I heard some small chatter as we noticed some students looking in our direction, but mostly the girls.

"What are they staring at?" Said Tala, I shook my head as I look behind as the chatter died down, when I noticed one of the boys-Yeah, try the school bullies-walked our direction with a new kid, now he looked sort of nervous as if he was waiting for a practical joke, but I don't recognize him from before, but that still didn't answer my question to why is everyone so quiet. When someone was new, the kids were loud like a rock-concert.

"Him I guess." I said as the bully Dimitri came walking by, and telling the new kid at the same time in an exciting tone, like he was introducing a famous person or something.

"-Oh, and this dull headed kid is something-Picasso, he's a nobody like the rest of these kids." he said, but the moment me and the new kid met eye contact, I could see he thought I was a somebody, but then that made me think; If everybody in the school was a nobody, then what did that make Dimitri? Exactly, a nobody. When I took a second to look at him, he was wearing a plane yellow shirt with white and yellow shorts.

Suddenly Dimitri stopped in front of me and Tala as the new kid let out a small chuckle, looking back and forth at me and Dimitri, and said to him; "Ok. I don't see the joke here." Said the new kid. For a second, I began to wonder, what was going on here?

"Kai..." Said Dimitri, I looked at him, about to say something like I always did, but didn't want to because all of the kids where watching and it was dead quiet like a funeral home. "This is Tyrone." Dimitri said nicely. I thought, what's with this kid? He's always mean to everyone except to his friends, who he's also mean to, but for a second I liked the change.

Tyrone looked at me and he gave a small smile as he shook my hand, and me being the person who likes to see new kids, I said; "Nice to meet you." but when I said that, I noticed one or two girls with their hands over their mouths like they've seen something bad, but they seemed kind of jealous and with the expression Oh My God on their faces as we interacted. Letting go of our hands we parted ways. Dimitri grabbing him by the arm, and dragging him down the hall.

I looked at Tala as he knew who that boy was already, but he had the same reaction on his face as some of the kids in the hallway, and I stared him right in the eyes; "Who was that? And why does everyone look like they know him like he's a famous TV star?" I asked him, and at the same time, Kara Madison from the fifth Grade came walking up to me and Tala as she took her hands from her mouth, wearing nothing but a blue fancy shirt and black skinny jeans.

"Oh My Gosh! Do you know who that is?" She said practically shouting in a whisper. Me getting irritated, I asked her.

"No. Who is he?" When she finally whispered it in my ear.

"That is the young, yet hot singer in the world!" I looked at her and said loudly.

"Who?"

"Tyson Granger!" she shrieked, practically shattering my eardrum, all the girls in the hallway went running towards his direction nearly running down me and Tala.

So back to class it was. After lunch, and going to the Cafe, we had our boringness of a subject everyone hated. Math. So just when we were about to begin, the new kid showed up, and this time he wore a hat on his head since the incident with the screaming fan girls. Mrs. Krunkle stopped writing on the board as she looked at him, and kind of looked surprised when she seen him. Tyson sort of gripped his books as if he was scared of the girls were going to attack again, but this time they kept their calm.

"Mr. Granger!" She said kind of excited as the way the other fan-girls sounded, "Come in." Tyson looked at her like she was delusional, but denied it since he had to ask.

"Is this the Grade fours?" He asked, Krunkle nodded. Tyson seemed sort of relieved and nervous about his peers, and was still agitated from the girls-gone-wild fest a while ago. He held his books tighter as he searched for a seat, until he seen me, well more likely seen each other.

He came and took a seat beside me, and he said; "Hey."

"Hey." I replied. Looking back and forth from person to person, he seemed very nervous as he thought the whole class was going to stare at him for hours, all except Mrs. Krunkle. "Nervous?" I asked, practically ignoring the lesson as the class was pretending Krunkle wasn't even there.

Tyson folded his arms, looking at me as he nodded. "Don't be. . . You're a famous singer, right?" I said, trying to make a point, the other girls watching me and wanting to beat me for talking to him, but ignored them. Tyson listening to my point, he nodded. "You should be used to this feeling by now, well. Not considering I know nothing of fame."

"I am used to it, but not too much when you're in a class room where you could probably die from a fan girl rage!" He whispered, making sure we weren't heard.

"Oh." Was that all I could say? He looked at me and gave me a calming smile.

"You're alright."

"Pardon?" I said not understanding.

"I know this sounds weird, but . . . you're the only person I have only talked to in only thirty seconds without them passing out, drooling or even staring right at me. Nor have I ever talked to someone who never knew me or heard me, even on the radio."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You're cool, calm, haven't even try to kiss me either."

I looked at him in shock. "What!"

"It's true, in the VIP and backstage passes I give out, when I ever get a dude he winds up kiss attacking me, and these are straight guys too!"

"Really. Boy living a famous life sounds crazy and fun-going. By the way what's it like?"

Tyson shifted into a comfortable position as he chuckled, telling me the beginning of the day of a concert show, all the way to the performance and until the next bus ride he'd go after the show.

"In the morning my dad would serve me a bed-in-breakfast of Nesquik cereal and milk, and that always signaled a "Show Day" as I would call it, and after we'd go to check out the arena or concert hall I'd perform, and do sound check, watch them set up the stage, but that always would amuse me. Watching them experiment with the sparks and fireworks, then rehearse a segment if it needed work, or even order a pizza from there during lunch hour.

"But before I go on I don't drink any soda pop before I go on, because I get out of breath and would burp unexpectedly during a song, and later I would choose my clothes to wear on stage, and pick them out piece by piece and hide one under the stage so the platform would descend where I could change.

"Oh! But the real magic is during the concert. The musical intro where local or famous bands open the show then comes the real show, and when I would get up there I could sing my heart out and reach out to the people and interact with them, and during my songs I'd have sparks and explosions to look great. The lights giving off blue, green, yellow and all sorts of colors!" I was all ears while Tyson was explaining the show part.

"It's magical! Real magical." He finished. "Then after a while me and my dad would go out for a pizza, McDonalds, KFC and even a Poutine."

"What's a Poutine?" I asked. Tyson looked at me as if I was crazy.

"You don't know what a Poutine is? It's a dish of French fries which is smothered with delicious brown gravy and topped with a load of cheese curds! It's freaking amazing, makes your taste buds explode!"

At the time I didn't know what it tasted like but it was in fact awesome.

After School. we got to know each other a bit more, and he even invited me to go over and spend the night, and just like that, I was interested in music. My voice then was not so great, but during throughout my childhood, I would always sing along to my CD's and the songs that would play on the Radio. But with a little help, I would be able to go on my musical journey.

"So you partially sing during when you're listening to your CD's?" Tyson asked me.

"No." I said. "I sing every time I listen to them." I said. He looked at me with that smile he gave me that always would make me feel great, in fact Tyson made me out to who I am. Not only he inspired me to sing but he also pushed me for it, and I loved it.

"So. . . " Tyson said, like he was going to change the topic, but he did anyways, "your dad is cool with it sleeping over?" He asked, I nodded. Well of course it was Ok with him; my dad knew Tyson was a famous singer!

"Yeah."

"And your mom?" He asked, making me stop dead in my tracks, the bad feelings coming back. He stopped and looked at me as if he said something wrong. "Are you Ok?"

I look up. "Yeah. . . It's just. . ." I stop mid-sentence, walking to a near-by bench and sitting down, Tyson only joining be as we sat side by side, "I never got to know my mother." I say in a depressed tone.

"Why?" he asked, putting a hand on my back.

"For as long as i can remember, I was only getting to know my mom, until she had a fight with my dad. She was having an affair with another guy, and my dad got upset, she loved this man with all her heart; said she wanted nothing to do with me or my dad, but he got mad at her and shot her out of the house with nothing but the clothes on her back." I explain.

"Dude, that's harsh." He said rubbing my back, making me feel a little better, and it helped.

"Thanks. But when I was young, my mother always expressed herself through her anger issues, but she was always mad! I never understood why, but come to find out; she was rapped by another guy, the same guy who she loved more than my dad and me." I say, seeing Tyson's nine year old face turn sympathetically at me.

"Dude. If she wanted nothing to do with you, that was her loss, and what we're doing, the bonding, at least your father is happy. Your dad did his best to raise you alone, and that's something our dads have in common." Looking at him in wonder with my face barley shedding a single tear, I wonder what his story was.

"What happened to you?" I asked, he sat back folding his arms, knowing he was going to get uncomfortable with the explanation.

"When I was born, my mom died from the stress and the pain from the delivery, and it made her more in pain which lead to her death was I was a still-born, breach. She pushed and pushed until I came out crying, and she passed away. All I get to see from her is the last photo of her and my dad on a cruise, giving her show to the passengers."

"Your mom was a singer too?" I asked, kind of amazed from the story of it.

"Yeah." Said Tyson, "When my dad told me what she did when she was alive, she loved to sing. And as a kid at only the age of three, I started to sing along to music on the TV and some of my mom's songs, and even during my shows I do a cover for my mother. The song she loved to sing was 'I will always love you', and that is one I always do during my shows. But after this tour, I'm going to stop singing it."

"How come?"

"It makes my dad cry too much." I sulk down into the bench, feeling sympathy for one another.

A while later. We made it to Tyson's house, and it was the "Blue Dragon Dojo" which some guy owned, and I look in awe as we went through the gate as he said; "Coming?"

I snap out of my thoughts and look at him in panic, "Yeah!" Running through the gate, we raced all the way to the big red door. How I envision it now doesn't seem so big, just the normal average size.

Making it up the steps, he opened the door and dragging me in with him, and with his dad and his grandfather greeting me when I walked in.

"Hey there little man. Make any friends?" His grandfather said, Tyson nodded, introducing me to both his dad and his grandfather.

"Grandpa, dad, this is my friend I met in school. Kai Hiwatari."

"Nice to meet someone who isn't as crazy as the other fans." Said his dad. I look at him in confusion.

"Huh?" I accidentally say.

"Oh. I meant, you're the first friend Tyson has only brought over, more likely his only friend!" His dad said as his face was turning red.

"Oh! Well thank you." I said kindly.

Up in Tyson's room, which was unbelievably huge! We sat, and he sat by his computer and work desk as he had his electric guitar, and sheets of music laid out. That time we were going to write a song, and we did, but with nothing in mind we threw out everything that came out in our minds. Such as; "Girl in the back seat" or "Wandering the streets counting" even "Looking out the window to the girl". Unfortunately that's where I would get the Lyrics for my song today for; "This Side Of Paradise" which were Riding in the back seat nine years old, staring out the window counting the highway poles.

"So this song we're doing is about a girl right?" I asked, well of course it was!

"Yeah. I was thinking of doing a love song for the first time. At least it would be the first in my shows instead of hyped-up songs." he said, writing down other lyrics from the top of his mind. When I think about it now, they didn't rhyme though, but it was also my first crack at songwriting, even when I took a head dive into the music world more.

Until it was going onto eight o' clock, we came out with the lyrics for "Remember" and Tyson began strumming out the notes (Going for the readers who know guitar, place your index finger on the fourth fret on the fat string, and your ring finger on the fifth fret on the second fattest string, and strum down wards into the rhythm of the song. Followed by the A chord and the E chord and back to the first chord I've thought you. BTW Review me what chord that is.) Tyson strummed out the notes as he experimented with the sound, and me practicing the song, and luckily we recorded ourselves on a camera.

In the morning, Tyson and me slowly woke from a rusty night's sleep, but was funny because I woke up zipped in my sleeping bag and was already close to passing out though.

"Tyson!" I kind of shouted out loud. Tyson unzipped me as I was redder than the Ketchup bottle! Both of us erupting in laughter as we hugged each other a good morning, but hey, I was literally breathless!

So after going down and having breakfast, which we bought up to his room and had while we tried to write our song, but then after crunching on my juicy bacon Tyson was fumbling around trying to make a song. But it worked, and he found the lyrics for our song "Remember." which were; remember the nights we've spend together?

So while he was busy with the song "Remember" I began fumbling around the Lyrics for another song I had in mind. Of course I was thinking of myself with my dad, sitting in the back of his favorite car which was a 69 onze mobile, and then I jotted down words that luckily went together forming them to my hit today, but had them mixed together.

Then I get the thinkin' It don't seem real, I'm flyin' through the Universe in a 69 Onze mobile.

I wanna know what they're not telling us, I don't wanna hear no lies.

I just want something to believe in. . . .

Then later when I was thinking about how I should do the other verses, I went back to the beginning and reshaped it. Then I sang that part to Tyson as he looked at me with his eight year old face as he listened to me.

"I remember being the little boy in the back seat, Nine Years old." I sang, Tyson looked at me and smiled. "Well. . . That's it." I said. Tyson got up and looked at me, and said with bigger smile.

"That voice is good! Look Kai, no matter what people say, you have a good Voice! Focus on the good!" He said, lifting my spirits high.

"Thanks Tyson." I said.

That was my first time I sang in front of my first best friend.

(A/N; There you have it! The first chapter of my tribute to Bryan Adams! Hope y'all liked it, I've worked very hard on it and I hope I kind of inspired some of you out there to sing and play guitar too! I was after reading another fanfic; "Tyson to a Different Tune" by FeelingGlayish, and if Glay read the fic so far, your story really and deeply inspired me from day one! Thank you Glay, and thanks to the fans who've read so far. Arigatou!)

Like I've said; I OWN NOTHING MENTIONED IN THIS FIC

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