Yumi looked at her son, the newborn that was lying on her bed, cooing softly. She giggled at him and picked him up, holding him tightly. A woman whisked her off into makeup and she held him up until the moment she was to go on stage. Her manager, Lyle, winked as he took her baby.
"You'll do great." He grinned and she smiled nervously back. She didn't understand why she still got so nervous before all of her concerts. She shook off her jitters as the curtains began to move away and her platform rose.
"Hey, Tokyo! Are you asking for an encore?" She asked, asking the entire crowd as they screamed an answer. She grinned and lifted her guitar, nodding at the drummer. The beat began to play and the crowd got quieter. The melody was soft and slow, one of her best songs.
"Don't you worry about me,
"Baby can't you see,
"I'm dying here without you
Wondering how you left so soon.
So...
Just wonderin' where you're going
Want to tell you that I'm alright
show you the life you left with me
It's wrong, but I wanna make you regret.
Wanna smile at your sadness,
Even though my heart's not mine.
It's yours, forever and always
So don't pretend you care
I know you're out there, somewhere.
Wish I could see you smile again,
Knowing our love was real.
But...
Just wonderin' where you're going
Want to tell you that I'm alright
show you the life you left with me
It's wrong, but I wanna make you regret.
Wanna smile at your sadness,
Even though my heart's not mine.
It's yours, forever and always
Forever and for always...I'm yours."
Yumi bowed to the crowd and the lights dimmed. Her concert was once again over, her last song was sung. She sighed and her band hugged her, her family was her group. The fans were chanting her name, "Miana!" They were like Ulrich, Odd, Jeremie and Aelita when she was younger. She needed them. Her lead guitarist, Harley, came up to her and hugged her again, both of them grinning. She like his embrace, she felt safe in it. He wasn't anything more than a brother, but she felt he was amazing. If it were under other circumstances, she thought she could fall for him. She knew she could.
She ran backstage and grabbed Jude from Lyle. He laughed and they both looked down at his finger, still in Jude's hand. Lyle hugged her too, then grew serious.
"Yumi, I'm so proud of you." He told her, not moving his eyes from hers. "I don't know many seventeen-year-olds that can say they can support themselves and a baby." Yumi felt the tears about to flow. Why did he have to be so damn emotional?
"But . . ." Yumi knew something bad was coming. She braced herself. "The next gig is France. Do you think . . ." He didn't finish.
"Of course. I'll be fine." Yumi assured him, secretly frightened to death. There she would have to face Ulrich. She didn't want to do that. She looked down at Jude and giggled. The baby was blowing bubbles. She sat on a chair and let the world pass her by, the only thing she cared about was Jude.
He had the spiky black hair of his mother, but the brown eyes of his father. His chin was also the arrogant one of his father's. Yumi sighed. Why did he have to look so much like Ulrich? She wished he looked more like her.
"I love you so much." She whispered, kissing the baby's forehead. Then, she stood and went back to the bus, and locked herself in her room. She laid him on the bed and took down her hair, then stripping off her clothes to take a shower. When she came out, he was fast asleep, stirring in his dream. She giggled. She cuddled next to him and they fell asleep, another night passing by.
"Yumi, uh, I mean Miana! You have a letter!" Lyle shouted from the door. Yumi moaned and looked at the clock. Seven thirty in the morning. She hated mornings.
"I always have letters! Why do I need to look at one? That's why I have a fan mail system!" She cried back, waking up Jude. She swore silently and picked him up. The baby didn't cry, instead giggling and grabbed her nose. She laughed back and changed him into a new outfit for the day.
Then the letter Lyle had been talking to her about slipped under the door. She stared at it. She moved from her bureau to grab it. She picked it up and read it, her eyes scanning it quickly. Her stomach knotted.
You are cordially invited to your 1st highschool reunion!
Where: Gala Ball Room
When: Feb. 4
Who: All graduates of this year and last! Bring spouses and significant others!
Yumi moaned. Who the hell throws one year reunion parties. She moaned. Sissy does. She wondered how she even got an invitation.
She threw the letter on her dresser and then got ready to face the day. Yumi had changed a lot since her days with Ulrich and the gang. Her hair was longer, to her shoulders, and beautifully curled around her face. She wore makeup and her style had changed a lot (I'm sorry, I love Yumi but I hate her outfit. Some clothes that fit and don't make her look goth PLEASE). She at the moment was wearing some jeans and a vintage tee. It said something about France and soccer. It was yellow and the writing was green.
She threw a zip up over it, letting her tee be the center of her outfit, then scooped up Jude and walked out barefoot to the 'kitchen'. Her band was already there, fighting over poptarts. She laughed silently. What freaks.
"G'morning, boys." She said, alerting them of her presence. They all back away from the pastry and grinned.
"Morning Miana!" They all roared. She cringed. Why couldn't they call her Yumi? They knew she didn't like her cover name. She gave them a glare and they all laughed sheepishly. Harley took Jude from her as she began to make breakfast.
"Do you guys want any?" She asked, setting a stack of pancakes and bacon on the table. They dove in at once, and Yumi was glad she had already set out her share. She wouldn't get any food if she had to dive in too.