''WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?'' a muffled scream echoed across the quiet apartment.

When she opened her eyes she realized that what she was living or at least what she thought she was living, was just a dream. She actually had the same reaction every morning she opened her eyes to the real world.

The world in her head was so much better.

She didn't want to get up just yet so she just streched her whole body in order to wash away from her mind the remnants of her once again vivid dream. She just kept on lying there staring at this certain poster that was on the wall in front of her bed.

She sighed and buried her head again in the pillow that muffled her wake-up screaming. ''Shit like that need to stop happening!'' she said angrily at herself clenching the pillow.

When she decided she had to breathe, she got up from the bed. She realised she had slept with her eye contacts again, she didn't have a problem though. She stepped in the bathroom. It was still 6AM. She had all the time in the world to take a bath and whatnot. The phone call she was waiting for wasn't until 9AM.

She stepped out of the bathroom. Wrapping the towel around her, letting the watter from her hair drip on the floor, she went inside her bedroom. She wore some panties and a bra. Clothes were unecessary yet. She looked herself in the mirror and smirked.

''Aren't you a little skinny kiddo?'' she said while she was stroking her almost flat stomach with her thumb. Her eyes fell on the reflection of the poster she was looking at earlier. Five handsome men were staring back at her. But she was only paying attention to the older one. She didn't let herself blink. This poster was somehow her favorite.

She laughed at herself. She was twenty-three years old and she was still a huge fangirl of almost everything. Especially with visual kei and j-rock bands. That was one of the reasons she moved to Tokyo. Greece had nothing to offer her anymore. It had been already a month since she moved here. She was rather satisfied with her life here in Tokyo, so far. She had a part-time job at a telephone service company but she was also a make-up artist. She was making enough money to rent this apartment she was currently living in.

She had her day off today from her part time job and she was expecting a call from an agency she had an interview three days ago. The chief lady, as she liked to call the head of the agency, was very satisfied with her work and the samples she had prepared for this interview. She told her that she would arrange her a meeting with a japanese band.

She bit her bottom lip nervously. If she was lucky enough, she would work for them. One-week's work meant enough money. Not only for paying her rent but for shopping too.

'No need to be nervous.'' she said to herself as she grabbed a comb and started brushing her black hair. She was almost sure that the band would accept her to work for them. She payed lots of attention when it would come to the cosmetics subject. It was her favorite thing to do.

She took her cellphone from the table that was next to the mirror. 'Half past seven, time for a cig' she thought as she searched with her eyes for her Marlboro Menthol, her favorite brand. She went to the kitchen. She found them on the fridge next to the ashtray. She forgot to empty it last night and now the smell of the last-night cigarettes was entering her nostrils making her want to smoke as soon as possible. She lit a cigarette. As she inhaled the smoke, she felt her head becoming lighter. She watched the smoke floating in the air. She took the ashtray and sat on the floor. She had plenty of chairs but she didn't feel like sitting on them.

She sat there for several minutes. She didn't realise the time had passed. The ashtray was more than full now, some of the ashes were on the floor contrasting with the white tiles. She heard her cell phone ringing. 'Was it nine already?' She put out the cigarette and ran at her bedroom. She picked it up.

''Hello?''

There she was. Walking with a fast pace in the streets of Tokyo.

'I TOOK THE FUCKING JOB' she screamed inside her head. She was gripping firmly the bag with all her make up products because of the enthusiasm as she kept on repeating the name of the band she was going to work for.

An Cafe...

The fangirl inside her wanted to burst out screaming like a 10-year-old child. But no, she had to be professional towards them. She wasn't emotionaly prepared though. She was going to touch their beautiful faces.

With all these thoughts, she didn't realise she was out of the place she was supposed to be. It was half an hour away from her place so she didn't have any problem going there by foot. She took a deep breath and entered the building.

''Juusan!'' She heard a woman's voice calling her name after closing the door behind her. Actually that was her nickname. Juusan seemed pretty much a suitable name for Tokyo, Japan in general, and it was easier to pronounce than her real name. She had come up with it at a random time. Juusan in english was the number thirteen. She always believed that this number was connected with her. It was either bringing her luck or bad luck. It was a number that had always brought surprises at her life.

''I hope you didn't have any problem finding the address.'' The chief lady asked Juusan. She was a tall middle-aged woman with dark red hair. Her agency was the most successful in Tokyo.

''Not really, it was rather easy'' she said smiling at the chief lady. Smiling warmly back at her, the middle-aged woman led her to a huge room that seemed like the loby of the building.

''Juusan dear, wait here please. A make up assistant will arrive at any moment. She will lead you to the band. Are you going to be alright?'' she asked the skinny girl in front of her that seemed to be bitting her lip much harder than any other time.

She nodded and sat down on a couch.

''Just to know dear, you guys won't be alone here. There are other bands and celebrities in every room, since they are used as interview rooms. Try not to get in their way because not everyone here is nice.''

''I will do my best sensei'' Juusan said.

When the chief lady left, she sighed. She had to wait patiently for that make up assistant to come. She had to leave before anyone else came here in the lobby because she was sure that she would make a fool of herself. No matter how comfy this couch was, with what she was thinking she couldn't feel herself getting any comfortable at all. She closed her eyes and recalled the dream that made her shiver once again. It was with the same person but in a different scenery, with a different scenario. He was her dreamy guy.

She knew of course that celebrities, or in her case j-rockers, didn't go out with average people like her. So, all she could do was to fangirl with her favorite celebrities and read about them in magazines. She was looking forward to see someone live though.

When she imagined being on the crowd headbanging, she giggled and bit her bottom lip again. 'How awesome could that be?'

A bell rang but it sounded so far away from her. Her mind was drifting away...

Several doors opened at once. She snapped out of her thoughts. She heard footsteps coming from every direction.

Suddenly in front of her were several band members and glamorous celebrities. All dressed with flamboyant outfits. Her dream was coming true. Everyone was in front of her. Apparently the interviews were over at the same time. Japanese members kept on passing by in front of her eyes. Some talking on the phone, others talking with each other. All laughing with their perfect teeth showing off.

'Ugh why are they so perfect oh my god!' she thoughed as she suddenly found it hard sitting there on the couch. She wanted to get up and go hug every single one in the room. Everyone had his own unique style. They were perfect.

Suddenly she saw Miyavi appearing in the center of the room. She let her jaw drop on the floor. Juusan was drooling all over him. She couldn't control it. She let the fangirl inside her enjoy every single moment of this eye-candy named Miyavi.

She must have been drooling over him for several minutes but what she heard made her crash on the ground again.

''You know he is engaged, right?'' someone whispered in her ear. This familiar male's voice made her freeze. It brought tears to her eyes. The fangirl inside her was quiet too. She couldn't react.

''Yuu,'' his name slipped from her mouth. Her voice only a whisper.

He heard her though. ''You know me?'' he asked surprised.

Suddenly she stood up the scent of Marlboro Menthol piercing her wasn't her scent though. It was him. Or at least she thought it was him. Maybe she was fangirling so hard that she wanted to believe it was him. She had to know... The man's name who was behind her was Yuu, but everything could be just coincidence. It was her life. He couldn't be the real Yuu. if it was him he wouldn't talk to her. He wouldn't even approach her. Stuff like that only happened in her dreams. She turned around to see to whom belonged this male's voice that sounded so familiar in her ears. Her eyes were already watery but when she turned around to face him, tears slipped. It was him. In front of her.

Aoi