" You were a business
I was a start up
You were like high speed
I was on dial up
I needed caffeine
You were a Starbucks, a Starbucks (a double shot)"
My name's Tomoe, I'm an eighteen year old musician like my close friend Shijuro Kurama. Yes I'm friends with that pop idol. We've been friends for as long as i can remember. while he's been just a singer, I'm the singer to a band, managed by the famous Mikage. In the band are myself, Mizuki- our drummer, Jiro(Kurama's brother)-our guitarist, and Kotaro- our bassist.
"You were a record
I was a remix
You were the sunshine
I was a rain check
You needed time but
You were my Rolex, my Rolex (my rollie)"
Mikage has this image of us being a pop group... honestly, none of us see it...
"Tch. Forget it!" I angrily spat, throwing the mic and stand to the floor.
"Tomoe!" Mikage sternly commented through the studio speakers. I just simply glared at him.
"Mikage... I can't continue this! We're not some boy band! I mean just look at us!" I quickly swept my hand towards the guys, as if that helped to explain my point. He looked to be in deep thought. Sighing, he got up and walked over to the computer.
"Tomoe, he's our manager, we don't really get to choose what we sing..." The quiet one, Kotaro, spoke up nervously. Neither Mizuki, nor Jiro would look me in the eye either.
"Tomoe, how about we try a new genre? I never realized how poorly your image and and music clashed..." Mikage's voice startled us as he walked into the booth handing me a stack of papers. "Look these through and let me know what you think?" Nodding I walked out of the booth, intent on leaving. However, I ended up running into a small brunette.
"Oph!" I looked down at the girl laying on the floor before sticking my hand out to help her up. My hair hid my face as I studied her... 'Damn' She was beyond words... Long brown hair, big innocent eyes... Her beauty blew me away.
Embarrassed, I lashed out, "Watch where you're going, ditz!" I quickly stormed off, so i didn't have to see the look on her face...
Once outside, I sat down on one of the benches out front as my mind began to wonder... Was she hurt? Or maybe she was as shocked as me? No! Forget it! I quickly shook my head, trying to rid my mind of pointless thoughts.
I looked down at the stack of papers Mikage gave me and smiled as I looked through them, This is our image!