Fantasy
Sometimes Reo wondered. Wondered about what his life would be like if he didn't join that stupid talent show, if he hadn't been found by the stinking prison of the Academy, if he didn't do all those stupid missions. And then he'd fantasize he'd just be another part-time singer at the roadside bar, Jours Bleus, occasionally serving up some crème brulee when they were low on employees, just another older teenager going to a normal college, running away from his parents.
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"Mouri-san, would you like a drink?" The stewardess looked at him seductively, earning a disgusted look.
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But that was just another illusion, another hallucination, another dream. It was just another fantasy.
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Short drabble based off of My American Heart-Fantasy.