Hello again everyone! I am really excited about my new fanfic, which you are about to read, and if you aren't going to then why did you click on this? Please review and tell me if you want me to continue. I promise it will be really good.
Anyway… the prologue here is in Shuichi's POV, just to give you a heads up.It's kind of likehe'sgiving himself an interview from the press. So, on with the story!
Disclaimer: (sigh) I don't own the beautiful Yuki or the talented Shuichi, or any other Gravitational character.
A Sleeping Problem
Prologue
Our hero is standing in front of us and is currently talking extensively about something of obvious importance. Waving his hands animatedly in the air, we tune into his voice.
"Being a rock star is really, really tiring! I mean, I'm not one to complain or anything, but come on! There has to be a boundary somewhere! How about an invisible fence? I get up at eight in the morning to get ready for work, get sidetracked by one needy Eiri Yuki, Take a shower, eat a small (half burnt) breakfast, and head for work at eleven.
At work it is the most stressful environment anywhere on the planet. I heard that being an Airport Director, you know, the people that run airports and everything in them? Anyway, I heard that they have the number one most stressful job anywhere, but apparently not a single one of the scientists who conducted that test had to work with K-san. When I am in the studio, I get shot at, hoarse, bruised, mangled, battered, and on some occasions hospital visits. I push my voice past its limits, and they still ask for more.
Oh, and let's not forget about rabid fangirls (and the occasional boy) chasing me all over. Most of the time after work I forget to put my disguise back on and then I get swamped. This happens probably fifteen days out of a month. You'd think I'd have learned by now.
So I get home at nine (or later) in the evening, I eat a wonderful dinner cooked by my wonderful boyfriend, and after I finish, I once again 'pay attention' to Yuki for, depending on his mood, a couple of hours.
In the middle of the night, I write lyrics. K-san and everyone else has been hounding me for lyrics a lot lately. I guess it's because we have a concert coming up and we are planning not one, but two new albums. Oy!
By the time I am done for the night, usually at four thirty or five in the morning, I can finally sleep. This isn't every night, don't get me wrong, but it sure does seem like it.
Sigh. So for about a month or two…okay, I won't lie; for four months this has been my schedule, and most nights I have only three hours of sleep. I'm just…yawn…so tired, lately. Life has it's ups and downs, but you can't--"
Minutes pass as we wait anxiouslyfor the babbling phrase to continue.
And soon, we hear a long, drawn out snore.