A/N: Hello everyone. This is just a little story that has been tugging at my brain for the past few months. Not sure if it will amount to much. I apologize that the first chapter is sooooo insanely short. I'm not sure what to do with this story yet or in what direction this story will head. Please let me know if you like it or if you have any suggestions for this story. I'm kind of going into this one without a plan. Hopefully my muse will feed me some inspiration.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. I wish I did, but I don't. I also do not make any money off of these stories. Just for fun. I swear.

It's true what they say. Money cannot buy love. Thousands of adoring fans and kiss asses.. sure, but not love. Nor can it buy true friends. None of the people that call themselves my 'friends' would give a damn about me if I were broke. The life of fame, parties, concerts, and red carpets must be the loneliest life in existence. There are times I wish my agent had never discovered me. The only pleasure I have in this life, the only thing that brings me peace and slight happiness is my guitar.

I hear my manager's voice paddling on and on about my schedule and required appearances for the rest of this week and next week. A never ending annoyance grating on my very last nerve. A sigh escaped my lips as I roll my eyes.

"Hey!" My manager hollered slapping me on the knee. I glance up at the brunet with ice cold cerulean eyes. "Pay attention," he scolded me. I let out an exasperated sigh, my eyes locking on his.

"Fine. Where do I have to go next?" I ask picking up a pen and acting like I cared.

"You have a concert in Domino, Japan," Seto advised; his eyes scanning the small black handheld digital planner. I swirled the black pen on the notepad in front of me. The ink gliding onto the paper making an intricate design as I doodled mindlessly.

"When is the concert?" I asked him.

"It is six days away. We are leaving for Domino tonight. Your things are already packed," an arrogant smirk crossing his thin lips.

I dropped the pen and raised my gaze to meet his once again, "Are we taking the jet?" He nodded the smirk never leaving his face. My manager is such a prick. Don't ask me why. That story is just too long to get into. There are way too many reasons to list regarding why he is a prick. The reason I put up with him is because his is the best manager in the industry. I suppose the cost of success is your personality; at least it was in his case.

I shifted in my seat, "What time do we leave tonight?" I asked.

"Right now," Seto pulled me to my feet. I stretched my leather clad limbs; a loud obnoxious yawn escaped me. Seto glared. I internally smirked. Oh how I love to push his buttons. Well might as well get this over with. I pick up my guitar case and strode out of the dressing room ensuring to bump into my pain in the ass manager.

"You coming?" I turn to ask him, a smirk of my own crossing my lips. The only response I received was a curt nod from Seto before he followed me out of the dressing room and to the awaiting limo out back.