A/N: I like to listen to music as I read, so to go along with whatever stuff I'm writing, there's going to be a "soundtrack" if you will. If you want to listen to the songs yippee for you, if not…then…I'm crying on the inside. Really. I am. Can't you tell?
Anyway, let's get started.
I don't own any part of Inuyasha or any of the songs I use. They belong to the artist and Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. sad
Soundtrack: Mad World by Gary Jules
Prologue
I didn't wait for my last chord to fade before I grabbed my guitar and ran off the stage. I couldn't hear anything except for the pounding of my blood in my ears. Were they cheering? Were they in shock? I did drop quite the bombshell, but I hope they don't hate me.
I ran off the stage, away from the bright lights and the glaring people, clutching my guitar around its neck hard enough to leave indents from the frets. But I didn't care. All I cared about was I just ruined the biggest chance of my life, but I didn't care because I wasn't lying to anyone anymore.
I slowed down to catch my breath. What will they say? Now I'm scared. I decided to head to my room. I better start packing, that way, when they kick me out I can just leave.
I left the guitar case in my room, so I released the death grip I had on the poor thing and run out the back door of the studio. I think everyone is still in shock from my revelation, so there's no one to ask for an autograph or for a picture. But then again, they might just hate me. My eyes water at the thought.
I walk into the hotel and get in the elevator. It still smells funny, but at least there's nobody there. There were no shouts from anyone in the lobby. Do they hate me to?
I get off on my floor and take my room key out of my pocket and swiped it through my door.
All the lights are off, but what else is there supposed to be? We were in such a hurry to get out. We were excited. I mean who wouldn't be? We were the finalists. After tonight, we were going to be famous. Let me rephrase that. One of us was going to be famous. And because of me, Inuyasha is going to be a star.
I always knew it was going to come down to him and me. It was a feeling in my gut that just wouldn't go away. So I tried to avoid him. Good fat lot that did me. Now the only thing I can hope for is that they don't hate me. But really, I could get by if they did.
What I really mean is that I hope he doesn't hate me. But he probably will. After all I hurt him the most I suppose. My eyes tear up at that, and a few leak out and fall down my cheeks.
I realize I'm still holding my guitar, so I put it away in the case and fall back on my bed. I don't bother kicking off my shoes or anything. I can't help it. I'm too exhausted.
As the adrenaline and the excitement of today begin to wear off, everything I've been pushing away slamming back into my consciousness, and I remember…