Enter: The New Manager
Thunder and lightning shot down from the sky, waking up the famous musician onto her feet. Her house was big enough for two, but since she lived alone, she fitted in her own studio. Atsumi Kasumi was twenty-two, and was famous for the music she produced – her own lyrics, or cover versions with some duets. Her aqua coloured eyes scanned the wall that displayed a metal clock, indicating it was 11:00 am.
'Uh-oh...' she muttered. Atsumi had to be at the music industry "Rouge Sparrow ins." within twenty minutes, or else she would be classed as late. Immediately dashing into her huge lemon and white tiled bathroom, she got herself washed, brushed and dressed. She knew well enough that pulling late nighters would shamble her sleep pattern, but she ignored that advice from Eri Takahara, a well known author who published many romantic novels, some of which ended in tragedy. Her boyfriend, Hiro Minamoto was a very accomplished doctor, who knew Eri since childhood. Atsumi was introduced to him by Eri, and Atsumi was very over-protective of Eri, and she didn't want to witness a broken heart of a loved one. Atsumi, in the end, had given Hiro permission to date her...
...
With some persuasion from Eri of course!
Pulling on her heel-less brown boots that matched with her brown and white vest, and her blue-denim shorts, she sprinted off with her jacket in one hand, and her house keys in the other. She then approached face to her street, and took off left with a mad run to her work place – hoping she wouldn't get scolded at...
She made it with three minutes to spare. If it hadn't been for the guy who had almost ran her over, she would've had about ten more minutes. Atsumi sat in her chair, waiting for her manager: Naoki Minamoto – who was Hiro's forever hated, older sibling. Atsumi asked Eri once why they didn't get along so well with each other, but Eri became slightly defensive saying how they both liked her, plus some sort of family issue they can't seem to settle...
Atsumi placed her feet on the table casually, and leaned back into her chair as she watched the clock on the grey walls tick slowly. Only a few minutes have gone by...
'That's odd, Naoki isn't one to be late...' she mumbled to herself. In the meantime, Atsumi had gotten out a folder with her name on it, and began flicking through some sheets. She came to a stop and pulled out her pen...
She had been meaning to complete some lyrics in a few days time, but stupidly, Atsumi had forgotten her folder as she was bugged down with other work on top of her from the musicians she was working with – plus Naoki for that matter, for he was a strict man!
Atsumi continued to write the lyrics to her song "The Mistake", but within twenty minutes of going through the whole song by herself, she was done. But Naoki still hadn't arrived. She had decided to call Eri on her mobile because she was bored. But seeing that Eri was busy with her new, up-coming novel "The Women of Venus", she hung up frustrated, which made the light-blonde pout. In grand total, it had been an hour and a half, and he still didn't show...
Then...There was a sudden knock at the door!
'Come in!' she called, shifting her feet off the table and back onto the floor. The door opened to find a member of staff with long ginger curls and deep brown eyes – a kind face with made Atsumi smile.
'I have urgent news...' she stammered. Atsumi could tell that this was the woman's first day at the Rouge Sparrows. 'It has been announced that Mr. Minamoto will be managing another musician...Or...singer shall I say...' she reported, which made Atsumi's cerulean eyes widen with curiosity. 'Is that so...um...'
'Mary Jun...' she called herself.
'Yes, okay thank you for the notice – who is he supporting now, may I ask?' Atsumi asked kindly. Mary coughed slightly, standing like a tree in the door-way. 'Miss Rin Natsuhiko...' she reported. This Mary person was nice, and was useful to her for information. Atsumi took in the details carefully...
'I see...' she pondered to herself. 'And is someone going to be managing me?' Atsumi questioned. 'Of course Kasumi-sama!' stammered the secretary, Atsumi merely smiled at her behaviour.
'Loosen up around here, it may be your first day, but you'll be fine!' she paused. 'And please, call me Atsumi-san!' she smiled at the ginger secretary, who blushed at her laidback generosity. 'Th-thank you!' she smiled. 'And someone is on their way to manage you – you're very popular amongst everyone, so there's no reason for you to suddenly be dropped like that!' reassured the secretary. Atsumi smiled and patted the chair next to her, offering her a seat, which was taken gladly.
'I really should be getting back though...' she warned.
'It's fine; just say "Kasumi-Sama" needed help with her lyrics!' Atsumi chuckled menacingly, which received a chuckle from the secretary next to her. 'So are you planning on working here for a long time, or are you gonna quit and find something more...suitable?' asked Atsumi, trying to pick her words out carefully.
'I'm hoping to move on up as a manager myself...' she mentioned, which got Atsumi's attention. 'But so far, my superiors don't even know who I am...' she frowned to herself. Atsumi saw this and blew her fringe out of her aqua eyes.
'Well that's not fair – have you suggested them about a promotion?' she asked.
'I have, but they...' she mumbled off. 'They discriminated me...about how I'm a woman and so on...' she frowned. This made Atsumi's blood boil, but she held back her anger within. 'Have you complained?' she asked.
'No, they threatened that, if I complained, I'll be in the back-alley with no one to help me...'
'That's not right...' Atsumi gritted her teeth. 'Then, I'll say something!' she declared. 'N-no don't!' she refused, but it didn't change Atsumi's mind one bit.
'Listen, I don't want someone's dreams taken away from someone just because of their differences – it's not right!' explained the famous musician. 'Now, give me the name of your boss...' she demanded.
'Mr. Misashi Sakamoto...' she revealed. Atsumi took the name in and nodded to the girl who looked up at her. 'Alright, here's the deal: I'll visit the owner and put words through if you come with me and explain what's been happening – and I'll be in the room with you for support.' Atsumi suggested. 'Does that sound okay Mary?' she asked.
'Yes! Thank you!' she cheered. Her face was lit up with relief, and Atsumi felt happy to see that there was something she could do for the poor girl. All of a sudden, Mary's phone began ringing a Nokia tune, which immediately stopped as she took the chance to answer it.
'Hello...Is that so...? Alright, I'll let her know now! Bye!' her phone conversation ended and Mary's face countered the musician's porcelain features, which showed pure confusion. 'That was one of my co-workers, they say someone's come in to take the place of manager for you...' she stated.
'Ah, thanks!' mentioned Atsumi. 'I should be going now' noted the secretary. 'Alright, but I'll look for you when the head of the industry wants to hear from you, ne?' she asked, receiving a nod from Mary, who left Atsumi's work room with a smile on her face. Atsumi then had the time to relax with her feet up on the glass table, when all of a sudden, the door slammed open; causing Atsumi to fall off the chair with a startled expression on her face. She jolted up onto her feet to witness an angry, naturally, light-tanned man with jet black hair that spiked at the back. Strands of bangs covered his forehead, which made his ruby eyes stand out. His eyes were what fascinated Atsumi the most, which took the appearance of a mystical dragon...
Well– his pupils gave off that impression at least...
'Are you Kasumi Atsumi?' he asked casually. Compared to Atsumi's soft and fragile tone of voice, the 6 - and – a - half - footer in front of her had a voice that contained rough gravel. It was that gruff! 'Y-yeah...you are sir?' spoke a frightened musician.
'Mr. Keisuke Suoh, I'll be your manager as of today' declared, striding over to the small adult. 'Okay Kei-san...' shrugged the musician, who merely sat down in her chair. 'That's "Suoh-sama" to you!' he growled, making the musician chuckle to herself.
'Wow...Naoki-san usually allows me to add suffix's at the end his name...' huffed Atsumi.
'I'm not Mr. Minamoto though...' complained the new manager. Atsumi immediately got up and was about to leave the office, but Keisuke was quick to speak up and stand in her way. 'Where are you off to? We've got work to do on your album!' he mentioned.
'I need to make a complaint for someone...And I've done my work Kei-san!' yelled Atsumi, who pointed at her developed folder on the glass table. 'Fine...And call me "Suoh-sama!"' he shouted at the leaving musician, but Atsumi could only laugh out loud at the new manager – he had a long way to go...
TBC
(Author's Note: UWAH! It's been a long while since I last posted stories up . please don't kill me~)
