All the Reasons
He's all the reasons why girls like me shouldn't fall in love with rock stars.
Chapter 1:
I remember waiting. How long? The seconds, the minutes, the hours, the days, the months, the years, although it was 2. Does it matter? Not really. I just remember sitting there, waiting. It was my chance, my one and only. Would you hear me out? For once, I remember praying, praying for a miracle.
"Nobu, what the hell? I thought you put experience needed on the audition flyer?" Nana growled. Lighting up a smoke, she felt she needed at the moment.
"I did. Don't blame me, if they freak and mess up. It's Ren's fault." Nobu just shook his head.
"Really? How?" Ren laughed, throwing his head back. "Well, they see you, and then freak out. That's how."
"Whatever, this is the last one." Nana huffed. "But, there are still a lot of people out there." Nobu reasoned.
"I don't care if there's a million. I want to find a new guitarist now." She glared at Yasu, who merely put his hand up in defense. "If not, another time." Nodding to Nobu.
"Next!" Shin yelled, enthusiastically. I sat there, looking around. Sighing, I lit a badly needed smoke to calm my nerves, and stood up. It was now or never, my only chance. I walked up to the open door. It wasn't just an open door; it was the open door to happiness, life, and possibly, my future.
Peeking my head in, I took a look at the people who were about to judge me. Taking a deep breath, I walked in, as confident as I could, a glare on my face.
Nana, the lead singer, looked at me thoroughly as well as another girl beside her. The girl looked so happy. They both had my taste in style, blended together in a sweet mix.
Yasu, the drummer, raised a brow but said nothing. Ren, lead guitarist of Trapnest, merely stared. But it wasn't any of them that made me nervous, but at the sight of Him, I almost fainted. Nobu…
He stared, almost in disbelief, but kept quiet. Taking the initiative, I plugged my guitar into a nearby amplifier, and stroked a cord. Looking up, I played, closing my eyes, feeling the music.
After stringing the last verse, I opened my eyes, looking around. Nana, got up and held out her hand, smiling. "You're in."
I smiled back, taking her hand. "Where'd you learn how to strike a cord like that?"
"I played a lot in my junior high days." I answered shortly, brushing my hair behind my ear.
"Well, it was rather impressive." Yasu noted, his eyes serving her from behind his well shaded sun glasses. 'She seems rather young.' He thought, giving her a short nod.
"I'm Hachi, Nana's friend." The girl beside her smiled, holding her hand up to wave. "I'm pretty sure you recognize Takumi and Ren, from Trapnest." I merely nodded to them.
"Shin. At your service." The guy who had been shouting names introduced, holding out his card.
"And this is-" I held up my hand, as I lit another smoke. "I know very well who he is. Right, Nobu?" I smirked, looking at his rather flabbergasted face. "Don't tell me that you've forgotten me already?" Tutting, I pulled up my tank to reveal my right hip bone, imprinted the word 'Unmei'(Destiny). I think it was that moment that had me waiting the longest. I wondered if he ever thought about me after that day, or if he had just forgotten it all completely. I still don't know which one I would have wanted.
"Lucia?" He whispered, his eyes filled with hope. I merely nodded, inhaling the sweet nicotine. He pulled me into a tight embrace, nearly knocking me over.
Nothing had prepared me for this. Countless times, I told my self it nothing wouldn't be the same, everything had changed. Once I got to Tokyo, I would be on my own, doing what I wanted when I wanted, with whomever I wanted. It was at this moment I realized, I had been lying to my self the whole time. I was just kidding myself. I knew that in reality I had come to Tokyo for just one reason. Reason being, him.
"Lucia." He whispered, burying his face into the side of my neck. It sounded more like a plea than anything else, but for what, I found out later. His arms wrapped around, pulling painstakingly hard. Old habit I guessed. After a awhile, he let go, a smile on his boyish face.