Prolouge

Destructive Music

They walked off the stage into the dark. They didn't know what they were trying to do, but, damn, it felt good. The way the lights burned burned on thier skin, the screaming of the crowd ringing in thier ears. It was all such a good kind of pain.

"That was good, you guys." Akiko smiled as they continued to walk down the hall.

"Good?" Yori laughed. "More like awesome!"

The rest of the band was some kin dof silent until they got to the dressing room. Yori automatically went over to the mirror, checking his make-up. He fixed his flared up blach hair to where the purple highlights stood out.

Miyoko, the keyboardist, and Amaya, the 1st guitarist, laughed and giggled as they went up beside Yoru and checked thier reflections, too.

Miyoko's hair was fixed to where her bangs slanted over her eyes and the rest of it went pin-straight down to her elbows. It was a brownish color with crimped blond and pink highlights. Beside her, Amaya's hair was made in pretty much the same fashion, but her hair was black and highlighted with purple and blond.

Akiko, the drummer, was standing by the wall, hands in her pockets. She had long bleach blond hair that was puffed up at the top and extensive pink eyeliner that made her blue eyes stand out.

The 2nd guitarist, Haruki, had a beer promptly in her hand as she sat down on the couch in the corner of the room. Her hair was bright pink and all he way down to her forearms in length. She'd added little multi-colored highlights one night when she'd had a bit too much sake, and she liked the look so she decided to keep them. And, of course, her ever-present silver tiara rested on her head.

And last but not least was Nariko, the bassist, who had headphones in her ears as she bobbed her head up and down to the beat. Her hair was brown and reached her waist. Her bangs covered her eyes most of the time, but her eyes were always darkened with the maximum amount of eyeliner.

"Guys?" Akiko snapped the girls out of her daze.

All of their heads turned to look at their drummer.

"Yes, Akiko, love?" Miyoko smiled.

"What are we doing?" Akiko said simply.

"Um, we were playing a gig, but now I'm gonna go home and sleep." Amaya told her.

"No, not that." Akiko sighed. "What I mean is...We've been doing this since we were kids. Little gigs here and there. And if we keep doing something like this, something this unproductiove, then we'll never get anywhere. Honestly...if we haven't gotten discovered by now, then... then it's never going to happen."
Everyone stared at her in awe.

"She kind of has a point." Yori shrugged.

Amaya smacked him on the back of the head.

"Yori!" She narrowed her eyes. "This isn't about getting discovered!"

"Yeah." Miyoko agreed. "If we really love what we're doing, we don't need to get discovered."

Amaya walked up to Akiko and grabbed her shoulders.

"Snap out of it, Miss Perfect." She laughed. "We need you."

Suddenly, the door of the dressing room opened and a man walked in. He had black hair and definatly looked Japanese in his suit.

"Konnichiwa, ladies...and gentlemen." The man bowed to the entire band.

They knew who he was, and they couldn't seem to breath, frozen as they gazed at him.

"I'm Yokoshiri Machi." He introduced himself. "I'm from PSC Records and I'd like to talk to you about your future in the music buisness."