Heyy ppls! Yes, Holiday Break is finally here!!! Woot-woot! Okay, I had the urge to right this, and there is a 95 chance it will be deleted. I don't know why I was inspired to write it, though I have little inspiration for it, but it just felt like I had to sit down and write it –shrugs- so it'll prolly be deleted. It'll prolly suck too! Sorry! And the characters will be quite OOC too! Shit, im bad at this! Okay, the action, romance, and drama will pick up in later chapters, most likely chapter three? i think. well, a little bit of Drama in chapter two... hm... oh, i got a good question too, in the title, should there be a comma? or nothing? hm... can anyone tell me?
Tyson: oh, my gosh, she's back! No!
Everyone but Jess: -groans in agreement-
Kai: why the hell did you even write this?
Moonlight Serenity: idk, I'll prolly delete it.
Hilary: -reads plot- check it out! I'm a diva!
Kai: -eyes flick up- wait, what?
Ray: Moonlight Serenity does not own Beyblade, Nelly Furtado, or "Say it Right" by Nelly Furtado; she does however own De Glamour Records and Cindy Katimikae
Kai: Wtf? Agh, just, on with the fic!!
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Stage Name, Hiromi Tachibana
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Chapter One:
Prologue
"In the day, in the night; say it right, say it all,"
Her breath caught in her throat as her ruby eyes stared oh-so longingly at the screen. She could feel her hands get clammy, and it felt as though the tide was coming and crashing over her. And her eyes…entranced, utterly, so utterly she didn't even notice her feet etch her forward to the couch till she was sitting down beside Kai Hiwatari, herself leaning so far forward that she was very close to falling right out of her chair. But it didn't matter, her mind and train of thoughts were preoccupied.
"You either got it, or you don't; you either stand, or you fall,"
The words were perched at her lips, but no matter what she wouldn't let them escape. The slate haired teen beside her gave her a glance, somewhat worried.
"Hey, Hilary, you okay?" It was Ray Kon, whom was entering the room with a slightly hyper Max Tate behind him, babbling about one thing or another, most likely sugar. Hilary only gave him a quick flickered glance and mouthed the word –or sound- "sh" before devoting her attention once again to the television. The television in the living room of the Dojo just happened to be on some music video channel, and oh God had it captured her attention. She flicked her tongue over her dry lips to wet them a bit as she looked at the picture beside the artist, song title, a few artist facts, and the date of the song, not to mention the record label De Glamour.
"When your will is broken; when it slips from your hand; when there's not time for joking; there's a hole in the plan,"
That picture was too familiar, and much too familiar for Hilary's own good. It was in a busy city, New York City, with a girl walking down the gray sidewalk and ever moving streets. Her back was too the camera as she walked away from it. A red Dolce & Gabbana trench coat hung off her form, there was a green skirt peaking out from the trench, and a pair of black strappy heels were on her feet, and she walked with purpose. Her brown pixie hair cut was swaying a bit with her paced movements and the two streaks of red in her hair were gleaming. Lord, was it a famous picture, however, of course it would be, that was the final picture snapped of the artist of the very song playing. The artist was walking away from the camera, away from it all, and to a new life, a life she loved, but a life she still held a bit of longing in.
"Oh, you don't mean nothing at all to me; No, you don't mean nothing at all to me,"
The song, being "Say it Right", had no video. The music video had been completed and was rumored to be fantastic, but there was a reason it was never ever aired, a good reason, but for Hilary that was another story for another time. Now, Hilary Tatibana was too focused on that infamous picture and that well-known song, the song that was her last…
"But, you got what it takes to set me free; you could mean everything to me,"
Tyson, Kenny, and even Hiro had entered the room, taking a quick break for food and to watch some TV. They'd all gathered around, paying very little attention to Hilary's odd, and very out of character bnehavior, occasionally giving her a side-glance. Hilary was always awe-struck every time she heard that voice on the TV, saw those words written on some paper, or even saw that picture in old magazines. Soon enough, the song ended. Hilary looked down at Max whom had started speaking.
""Say it Right" by Hiromi; wow I haven't heard that song in a while," Max said as a new song came on, Blue October's "Hate Me".
"Yea, I even forgot about that song. When Mariah and I were kids, Mariah wanted to be just like that Hiromi girl, she was so upset when the girl totally vanished," Ray chuckled, having no idea what was now running through Hilary's mind 'She didn't vanish, Ray, she's right behind you sitting on the couch,' . Hilary took in a silent breath and blinked to get her thoughts together.
"Yea, I liked her songs too; I even knew all the words," Hilary said 'You've got no idea how well I did,' ; she re-mastered her train of thought, "too bad though," Hilary said, making sure it didn't sound forced, "Well, I gotta head home, see you guys tomorrow!" She added a quick, effected lopsided-smile, and in a flash, she was out the back door of the Dojo -and even if they didn't know- racing home. As the guys gave each other quizzical stares, more and more words were replaying in Hilary's head as she ran down the streets, clutching her pink cell phone, ready to make a call that would change everything. As Hilary opened the glass back door of her currently empty home, she stood in the doorway, and words poised at her lips as she stared across the way.
"From my hands, I could give you; Something that I made; from my mouth, I could sing you another brick that I laid; from my body, I could show you a place God knows; you should know, the space is holy; do you really want to go?" She sang her own words, and she made a decision. As the song ended, she shakily brought the phone up to her mouth and ears, ready to speak,
"Hello, Cindy, it's…it's Hilary…" She paused and corrected heself, " It's Hiromi…yea...listen…"
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Well, that sucked! Sorry, I think I'll delete it! What do you guys think? Like, hate, delete? Pointers? Anything? I'll prolly delete! I don't know why I wrote this!
Oh well! Thanks for reading, please review!
Luvv ya,
Moonlight Serenity
Aka Jess