Dancing All Alone
Chapter 1
Summary: Tomoyo grew up to be a famous singer at the age of seventeen, and is now twenty. She's still best friends with Sakura, but it's hard for her to see her much. And it's hard to make friends with people once you're famous, because who knows? They might just want to hang out with a star. But Tomoyo finds the perfect solution: she goes online and finds an online friend who doesn't know who she is. Or does he?
Disclaimer: Me no own CCS or their characters! I wish I did, but I don't. Yup, there's a big difference. I only own Linda, 'cause I made her up, and she's completely out of my imagination. Anyway…on with the fanfic! Ahem, here's the key:
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Key:
Bold= online chat
Italic= Thinking
Bold italic= singing
~~~~~etc. ect. ~~~~~ = scene change
normal: normal…yeah…
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Tomoyo added a dark purple eye shadow to her and leaned forward to examine her face in the mirror that was shining because of the light bulbs lining it.
"Miss Tomoyo? You're on in ten minutes," a voice said from behind the closed door of the dressing room.
Tomoyo added a little more eye shadow, and put some black lipstick on and turned around, "Thanks," she called back and got up. She was wearing a black dress that reached the ground, and the top was a simple spaghetti strap tank top. The bottom was very wide, but that was okay since Tomoyo wasn't going to move that much. She looked in the full length mirror and flattened some creases with her hands. Then she straightened up and nodded her approval. She opened the door to her dressing room and stepped outside into the busy part of backstage.
A woman that was a little older than Tomoyo ran up to her, "You ready? You look great. Okay, so you know what song you're doing first right?"
Tomoyo nodded confidently, "Yeah,"
The lady nodded, "Good, the crowd is ready, so let's go up," she said. She guided Tomoyo to the side of the stage, out of view of the crowd, although she could see them very well. She could hear their loud cheering too.
Tomoyo closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had performed a few times before, but this was the first concert she was doing most of the songs in.
"She's the hot little girl who came from the small town it Japan, and she's making it big, here's…Tomoyo!" the speaker introduced enthusiastically.
The woman behind Tomoyo gave her a light shove and Tomoyo stepped out into the bright lights. She could see all of the cheering people and when the music started she started to sing.
~~~~~ After the concert ~~~~~
Tomoyo changed back into her everyday clothes and washed her makeup off. She pulled the hair tie out of her hair so that it dropped from the tight bun it had been and joined the two long strands hair that had already been down. Whew, the lights were to bright, Tomoyo thought and yawned. It was late now and she was going to head back to the condo she was staying at while she was in Hong Kong. (She was going to be there for a couple of months so she didn't stay at a hotel) She slung the small backpack she kept her stuff in around her shoulder and went outside to go into her limo. The ride back was quiet, just staring out the dim window to the passing buildings. It was at times like this, at the end of the day when everything was finished and she was alone, that she thought about what life would have been like if she hadn't become famous. Sometimes she even wondered if she would have been happier without all the fame. It was just that everything was hard when you had the public eyeing everything you do. And someone to talk to and be nearby would be nice.
~~~~~ Recording Studio (the next day)~~~~~
Tomoyo stepped out of her limo and thanked the driver. Then she went back to her dressing room and plopped down onto the sofa. She sighed, thinking about her life again. Sure, a life of fame was great. But, she had only started two years ago and she didn't get to see Sakura much. I wish I could find a person who could stay with me all the time. And that would see me as …me. Not the famous Tomoyo, but just plain me. Like any other twenty year old, Tomoyo wished. She closed her eyes and slid into a more comfortable position and thought and tried to think of a way that she could talk to someone. It has to be through a way that I can take it wherever I want. But I have to be anonymous. Like..like…the internet. I can just go talk in a chat room! Tomoyo beamed and sat up. She unzipped her backpack and pulled out her laptop and connected it into the phone line. Then she placed it on her lap. She still had about fifteen more minutes until they had to work on dancing, so she might as well start talking. In a few minutes she was signed in and talking to people. But none of them interested her. They didn't seem like the kind of person she would like.
Outside of her dressing room a boy about the same age of Tomoyo walked to her room. He was tall with black hair and glasses. He knocked on her door and peered inside.
"Yes?" Tomoyo asked and clicked something on her computer screen without looking to see who it was.
"Your dance class is going to be in half an hour instead, because the teacher isn't here yet," the boy told Tomoyo.
"Okay, thanks," Tomoyo said, eyes still fixed intently on the screen.
The boy couldn't help strain his eyes toward the screen and noticed that her screen name was Cameragal273. Wow, this is the famous Tomoyo. It would be great to be able to talk to her without her just thinking of me as the assistant of the recording she does. Hey, I can just go talk to her online now that I know her screen name, the boy thought before her rushed off to his room. Once he was inside the boy pulled his chair up to his desk and turned on his laptop. As it turned on, the sentence flashed 'Welcome Eriol Hiiragizawa' He also signed on and searched for Tomoyo's screen name. When he did, his face lighted up and IMed her.
~~~~~ Tomoyo's room ~~~~~
Tomoyo continued to talk to people online, having no luck. Then an internet used called Technoglassesguy11 IMed her.
-hey- the message appeared on the dull screen
Tomoyo wrote back –hey-
-so…what's your name?- technoglassesguy11 asked.
Tomoyo's fingers flew across the keyboard, but when her fingertip touched the enter command, she stopped. Well, as long as I'm anonymous, I might as well change my name, she thought and deleted the letters and retyped her message.
-Yasuko-
-u?- she added.
Eriol thought for a moment. Tomoyo was smart. She didn't want people to know who she was, and he would do the same. He couldn't risk her knowing who he was, and she had decided not to risk it either.
-Koji- he replied.
Tomoyo continued to type
-I'm in work right now, but I was supposed to wait until someone got here before I continue-
-o i'm at work too- Eriol typed.
–what's ur job?-
Tomoyo flinched. She couldn't answer it.
Eriol raised his eyebrow without a surprise that 'Cameragal273' hadn't answered. –u dun have to tell me if you don't want to-
Tomoyo sighed when she read his message. –thanx- she typed but quickly added,
-but, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I'm not a stripper or something-
-lol, i believe u- Eriol typed. He really did believe her. He knew.
-I help out with a recording company- he typed. It's okay not to answer, but there's a difference between not saying anything and lying. If I get to know her I want her to know me as who I really am. Not that we'll ever meet, Eriol thought and leaned back. She's actually pretty nice so far, Eriol thought.
-o kool- Tomoyo typed and leaned closer to her computer in excitement. This guy sounds pretty cool, she thought.
The next fifteen minutes 'Cameragal273' and 'Technoglassesguy11' chatted about their interests and plain boring things like their friends and what they thought about stars and movies. Eriol purposely ignored talking about the star, Tomoyo. 'Cameragal273' seemed fine with that. They both ignored their surroundings and grew interested in the other. Eriol almost forgot he was talking to a star and was able to talk freely. Tomoyo wasn't tense and was okay when she said weird things. It was like talking to Sakura or her boyfriend Syaoran. Her two close friends that were very far away at that moment. But this boy, Koji (or so she thought) felt as close as her laptop that she was typing on. When another person knocked on her door to tell her that her class was ready Tomoyo nodded as if she was in a trance.
-sry, I g2g back 2 work- Tomoyo typed.
–maybe we can chat again-
-k, how bout tomorrow, same time?- Eriol typed.
-k, byebyes- Tomoyo typed and signed off. She turned her laptop off, before leaving to meet her choreographer, Linda.
"We're going to choreograph the dances for" a lady told Tomoyo and slipped a CD into the boom box.
Tomoyo nodded. This was one of her favorite songs that she had sung.
The lady stood up from her crouch and stood next to Tomoyo.
Tomoyo looked into the mirrors covering the room around her. Multiple reflections of a girl with long dark hair and a slender body stared back at her. How I would give to disguise myself for at least one day, she thought.
"Tomoyo? Hello? Earth to Tomoyo? In lala land again?" the woman asked and knocked her fist lightly on Tomoyo's head.
Tomoyo went back to her senses and grinned. She liked how her dance teacher Linda acted around her. Like a friend. Not like someone she got paid to teach and that's all. "Yeah, it was all happy on my last trip," she joked.
Linda smirked and put her hands on her hips. "Yeah, all trips to lala land are happy. But I think you go a little too much," she said lightly.
Tomoyo nodded, "Yup," she said proudly.
Linda laughed. "Okay, I'll show you first, and then we'll repeat it together," she told Tomoyo. The music started to play. Linda danced to the first group of verses and waited for Tomoyo to do it with her. Tomoyo started on her knees and flicked one arm into the air.
They continued to dance until they had gone halfway through and they decided that was enough for the day.
"Okay, so practice at home!" Linda told Tomoyo and waved as she drove away in her black convertible, leaving to go to another dance class.
Tomoyo waved back and stretched. It was only lunchtime, and she still had to get fittings for more clothes.
Tomoyo dragged herself into her living room and laid down on her couch. She closed her eyes and decided to call Linda. She was like another sister to her (Sakura's the other!) She dialed on her phone and Linda picked up.
"Moshi moshi," Linda answered.
"Hi, this is Tomoyo," Tomoyo said.
"Oh, hey Tomoyo. What's up?" Linda asked curiously.
"Not much. Just wanted to talk. Ya know what? There's a bad side to being famous.
"Yeah?" Linda said, waiting for Tomoyo to continue.
"I can't make a lot of new friends. But I found a solution," Tomoyo said calmly. She was a little strange, because she was tired. She wasn't thinking a lot and just felt like talking.
"Go on," Linda said still confused.
"I met someone on the internet," Tomoyo told Linda happily.
"That's nice. But make sure your friend stays an internet friend. It's not safe to meet someone you don't know," Linda warned. Sometimes she knew that Tomoyo could be careless when she didn't think much.
"Yeah, I know," Tomoyo said. She sighed. "Well, I guess I'll go to sleep," Tomoyo said and hung up. As she changed to go to bed she thought about their conversation. Gee, I was really weird. Well, I guess it's nice to meet people, Tomoyo thought. She just hoped she didn't worry Linda.
~~~~~ Three days later ~~~~~
Tomoyo headed back to her dressing room, carrying another set of clothes to try on for her show: a simple spaghetti strapped dress of lavender shades, flaring out a little towards the end. Over the skirt part of the dress, a transparent type of fabric hung, giving a sort of misty look. Her raven hair was piled up into a tightly wrapped bun, and it seemed to put a weight on her head. She dropped the outfit on her couch lazily and turned on her laptop to log on. Like she had scheduled with 'Koji' the screen name 'Technoglassesguy11' was signed on.
-ugg, I'm soo tired- she typed.
-lol, y?- asked Technoglassesguy11
-well, this'll give you a clue on what my job is. I had to try on all of the outfits that were made for me today- Tomoyo said.
-so, lets c…well i still dunno know what ur job is- Technoglassesguy11 said, even thought Eriol really knew she was a singer.
-well anyway, and I had 2 try on this dress that looked like a bee =P - Tomoyo typed.
-lol- Eriol responded.
–O.o-
"Miss Tomoyo, you're on in ten minutes," a voice called from her door, knocking slightly.
-well, I actually have an important thing to do for work now so I'll talk to u l8er. How bout around 11?- Tomoyo typed remembering she would be done with her concert by then.
-sure cya later- Techglassesguy11 said.
Tomoyo turned her laptop off and got ready for her show. She couldn't wait to talk to 'Koji' again. She made a mental note to call Sakura the next morning to talk to her about how things were going back home. "I'm coming," she called back, and slipped her dress on.
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