UNTITLED (AS OF YET) - title ideas will be appreciated! ^__~
By Black Rainbow
Yaoi // Pairing: undecided, or S.E.C.R.E.T for now, hehe //
Part One
The crowd was unbelievable. The noise was deafening. A tall teenager with distinctive red hair pushed through the crowds, trying to get to the middle of the concert hall.
"Hanamichi! Matte!" a voice called from behind him. Another boy about the same height battled his way through the excited audience. His hair was messy, and tied back in a loose ponytail. When he finally got to his friend, he murmured, "The crowd is really wild tonight, huh?"
"Yeah..." Hanamichi answered, his eyes looking around as if in a daze. "I can't believe it. I'm here, at a Hemlock concert!"
"The opening bands are good, too, if you ask me..." his friend commented.
"I bet we're better!" Hanamichi said with a smile, and laughed. His friend laughed along.
"Because we're geniuses!"
"Are? Who said anything about /we/? I'm the tensai in the band!"
"Is that so?" His friend glared at him, and opened his mouth again to retort, when someone else behind them interrupted.
"Hanamichi, Nobunaga! Don't the two of you /ever/ shut up?"
Hanamichi grinned. "Guess not, Youhei. I'm so excited! I'm finally going to see Sendoh Akira, live!"
"Uhm... can you see from behind there, Youhei?" Nobunaga asked.
Mito Youhei huffed, and nodded impatiently. "Just because I'm not as tall as the two of you, it doesn't mean I'm a midget either," he muttered. He was about to say something else, when a silence spread through the crowd.
The hall turned darker, and the audience broke the silence by suddenly screaming and shouting out the names of the members of Hemlock. The opening to one of Hemlock's latest hits, Calamity, began to play distantly, and
Hanamichi gaped as the members of Hemlock went onstage.
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"It's too bad you missed it, Hiroaki! It was the best concert that I've ever been to! I swear, my heart beat along to Mitsui Hisashi's drums... and the guitar! The guitar..." Hanamichi sighed, remembering the exhilaration coursing through his veins as he danced to the music.
"That's to be expected," a sulky Koshino Hiroaki muttered. "Hemlock is the best band to ever come from Japan, and the combination of Rukawa Kaede and Sendoh Akira's guitars is unmatchable." He raised his eyebrows in Hanamichi's direction. "Even a 'tensai' like you will never play like them."
"Teme..." Hanamichi growled, but he didn't bother to get up and challenge his band mate. After all, he supposed, Koshino must have felt bad about missing the concert. "It's a shame that your mom insisted that you stay at home to study for the test next week," he said cheerfully, earning himself a glare from his friend.
Hanamichi shrugged and redirected his attention to the guitar in his hands, plucking out a few notes, and humming along. /One day, we will be as good... no, we will be BETTER... than Hemlock!/
"I quit my job because of lack of motivation / Don't need a girl for some kind of inspiration / we've got guitars and... itai!" he raised his right hand to his head, which Kiyota had just hit.
"Aren't we supposed to practice our OWN songs, instead of playing songs by Hemlock?" Kiyota asked, sitting next to Hanamichi, setting his own guitar down.
"I'm just playing..." Hanamichi grumbled. "Okay, okay, let's practice for real now." He turned at looked at Koshino, who had been sitting idly at the drums the whole time, and Koshino nodded.
Hanamichi had loved music for as long as he could remember. Starting his own band seemed like a natural thing to him. So, he got some of his school friends together - he and Kiyota both played guitars, his best friend
Youhei played the synthesizer, and Koshino, of course, was the drummer. Their band name was False Opus, and they had played in several occasions at school.
Hanamichi wanted more.
/One day we will be big/, he thought, thinking about the concert he went to last night. Hemlock was one of his favorite bands, and Sendoh Akira, the bassist for Hemlock, was the closest he had to an idol. /Of course, it's not like I'm the sort of person who idol-worships anyone/, he thought.
For now, he smiled at his friends, and started the count in to their song.
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"And in two days you're playing in Velvet, a club in Shoyo, and then next Monday you have an autograph signing at Music Magic, a record store in Kanagawa, and..." Jin Soichiro sighed impatiently before continuing, "I don't know why I even bother!" He looked around despairingly at Rukawa Kaede, who was asleep on the couch. Perched at one end of the couch was Fujima Kenji, the keyboardist of Hemlock, who was reading a newspaper and generally ignoring everything Jin just said. Sendoh Akira was sitting at a nearby table diligently replying to his fan mail. Mitsui Hisashi was nowhere to be found. /No one listens when I tell them their schedule, and then when they don't know what's going on, they complain to Maki-san.../ He sighed again.
"Maa, maa, Jin-san, don't stress yourself too much," Sendoh murmured, holding up a very pink envelope (with hearts drawn at the sides) in front of him a bit suspiciously. "You should relax..."
"Heh. I can't believe this review," Fujima suddenly said, waving the paper he was reading around. "The reviewer said that he's convinced that we burn heroin into our CDs, which is why it got the responses it did."
"I told you, my voice is addictive," Sendoh replied, grinning.
"Your voice? It's my songwriting talents," Fujima countered.
Jin decided to leave the room, knowing that Fujima and Sendoh would spend the next couple of hours (at least) trying to best each other. /I really don't know why I took this job/, he thought a bit wearily. /Pampering rock stars and basically playing 'mother hen' is not really that fun./ But he knew he loved his job. He had been with Hemlock since their beginnings, when no one else wanted to take the risk of managing a new band. But Jin had faith in Hemlock, and he was right.
He walked around the building, and decided to check out the studios that they rent out to the public. Maki Shinichi, owner of the recording company, loved music and wanted to help out budding musicians in any way he could. He had decided to rent out the studios on the second floor so that bands that had just started out had a place to practice. Jin liked to walk around the studios and listen to the bands play. As to be expected, the music played by the bands there were usually pretty mediocre, but Jin still enjoyed listening to them. There was something about a band that just started out, he decided, a passion that sometimes fades as a band becomes more popular. /Not that lack of passion was ever a problem with Hemlock/, he thought. /Still, there's something about amateur bands... their rawness, probably... that I like./
Jin stopped. Concentrating hard, he heard a voice singing a soft, lilting tune. /What was that?/ he thought. /This voice... is really good./ Suddenly the voice was joined by a heavy drumbeat, and the rhythm picked up considerably. Jin stood still, listening to the song. The band had stopped playing in the middle of the song, but Jin thought that they definitely had talent.
tsuzuku -
note: the song that Hanamichi sang was "Teenage Desperation" by Loudermilk. since seeing Loudermilk live made me want to write, I'm using their songs as most of Hemlock's songs. :) So... everything Hemlock sings belongs to Loudermilk unless said otherwise, okies? Oh, and False Opus is actually the name of a local band that my friend is associated with. ;)
please please review, and tell me if I should continue, ne? (I will decide by myself anyway, but input from you guys will definitely be appreciated!) ^___________^
Yaoi // Pairing: undecided, or S.E.C.R.E.T for now, hehe //
Part One
The crowd was unbelievable. The noise was deafening. A tall teenager with distinctive red hair pushed through the crowds, trying to get to the middle of the concert hall.
"Hanamichi! Matte!" a voice called from behind him. Another boy about the same height battled his way through the excited audience. His hair was messy, and tied back in a loose ponytail. When he finally got to his friend, he murmured, "The crowd is really wild tonight, huh?"
"Yeah..." Hanamichi answered, his eyes looking around as if in a daze. "I can't believe it. I'm here, at a Hemlock concert!"
"The opening bands are good, too, if you ask me..." his friend commented.
"I bet we're better!" Hanamichi said with a smile, and laughed. His friend laughed along.
"Because we're geniuses!"
"Are? Who said anything about /we/? I'm the tensai in the band!"
"Is that so?" His friend glared at him, and opened his mouth again to retort, when someone else behind them interrupted.
"Hanamichi, Nobunaga! Don't the two of you /ever/ shut up?"
Hanamichi grinned. "Guess not, Youhei. I'm so excited! I'm finally going to see Sendoh Akira, live!"
"Uhm... can you see from behind there, Youhei?" Nobunaga asked.
Mito Youhei huffed, and nodded impatiently. "Just because I'm not as tall as the two of you, it doesn't mean I'm a midget either," he muttered. He was about to say something else, when a silence spread through the crowd.
The hall turned darker, and the audience broke the silence by suddenly screaming and shouting out the names of the members of Hemlock. The opening to one of Hemlock's latest hits, Calamity, began to play distantly, and
Hanamichi gaped as the members of Hemlock went onstage.
})i({
"It's too bad you missed it, Hiroaki! It was the best concert that I've ever been to! I swear, my heart beat along to Mitsui Hisashi's drums... and the guitar! The guitar..." Hanamichi sighed, remembering the exhilaration coursing through his veins as he danced to the music.
"That's to be expected," a sulky Koshino Hiroaki muttered. "Hemlock is the best band to ever come from Japan, and the combination of Rukawa Kaede and Sendoh Akira's guitars is unmatchable." He raised his eyebrows in Hanamichi's direction. "Even a 'tensai' like you will never play like them."
"Teme..." Hanamichi growled, but he didn't bother to get up and challenge his band mate. After all, he supposed, Koshino must have felt bad about missing the concert. "It's a shame that your mom insisted that you stay at home to study for the test next week," he said cheerfully, earning himself a glare from his friend.
Hanamichi shrugged and redirected his attention to the guitar in his hands, plucking out a few notes, and humming along. /One day, we will be as good... no, we will be BETTER... than Hemlock!/
"I quit my job because of lack of motivation / Don't need a girl for some kind of inspiration / we've got guitars and... itai!" he raised his right hand to his head, which Kiyota had just hit.
"Aren't we supposed to practice our OWN songs, instead of playing songs by Hemlock?" Kiyota asked, sitting next to Hanamichi, setting his own guitar down.
"I'm just playing..." Hanamichi grumbled. "Okay, okay, let's practice for real now." He turned at looked at Koshino, who had been sitting idly at the drums the whole time, and Koshino nodded.
Hanamichi had loved music for as long as he could remember. Starting his own band seemed like a natural thing to him. So, he got some of his school friends together - he and Kiyota both played guitars, his best friend
Youhei played the synthesizer, and Koshino, of course, was the drummer. Their band name was False Opus, and they had played in several occasions at school.
Hanamichi wanted more.
/One day we will be big/, he thought, thinking about the concert he went to last night. Hemlock was one of his favorite bands, and Sendoh Akira, the bassist for Hemlock, was the closest he had to an idol. /Of course, it's not like I'm the sort of person who idol-worships anyone/, he thought.
For now, he smiled at his friends, and started the count in to their song.
})i({
"And in two days you're playing in Velvet, a club in Shoyo, and then next Monday you have an autograph signing at Music Magic, a record store in Kanagawa, and..." Jin Soichiro sighed impatiently before continuing, "I don't know why I even bother!" He looked around despairingly at Rukawa Kaede, who was asleep on the couch. Perched at one end of the couch was Fujima Kenji, the keyboardist of Hemlock, who was reading a newspaper and generally ignoring everything Jin just said. Sendoh Akira was sitting at a nearby table diligently replying to his fan mail. Mitsui Hisashi was nowhere to be found. /No one listens when I tell them their schedule, and then when they don't know what's going on, they complain to Maki-san.../ He sighed again.
"Maa, maa, Jin-san, don't stress yourself too much," Sendoh murmured, holding up a very pink envelope (with hearts drawn at the sides) in front of him a bit suspiciously. "You should relax..."
"Heh. I can't believe this review," Fujima suddenly said, waving the paper he was reading around. "The reviewer said that he's convinced that we burn heroin into our CDs, which is why it got the responses it did."
"I told you, my voice is addictive," Sendoh replied, grinning.
"Your voice? It's my songwriting talents," Fujima countered.
Jin decided to leave the room, knowing that Fujima and Sendoh would spend the next couple of hours (at least) trying to best each other. /I really don't know why I took this job/, he thought a bit wearily. /Pampering rock stars and basically playing 'mother hen' is not really that fun./ But he knew he loved his job. He had been with Hemlock since their beginnings, when no one else wanted to take the risk of managing a new band. But Jin had faith in Hemlock, and he was right.
He walked around the building, and decided to check out the studios that they rent out to the public. Maki Shinichi, owner of the recording company, loved music and wanted to help out budding musicians in any way he could. He had decided to rent out the studios on the second floor so that bands that had just started out had a place to practice. Jin liked to walk around the studios and listen to the bands play. As to be expected, the music played by the bands there were usually pretty mediocre, but Jin still enjoyed listening to them. There was something about a band that just started out, he decided, a passion that sometimes fades as a band becomes more popular. /Not that lack of passion was ever a problem with Hemlock/, he thought. /Still, there's something about amateur bands... their rawness, probably... that I like./
Jin stopped. Concentrating hard, he heard a voice singing a soft, lilting tune. /What was that?/ he thought. /This voice... is really good./ Suddenly the voice was joined by a heavy drumbeat, and the rhythm picked up considerably. Jin stood still, listening to the song. The band had stopped playing in the middle of the song, but Jin thought that they definitely had talent.
tsuzuku -
note: the song that Hanamichi sang was "Teenage Desperation" by Loudermilk. since seeing Loudermilk live made me want to write, I'm using their songs as most of Hemlock's songs. :) So... everything Hemlock sings belongs to Loudermilk unless said otherwise, okies? Oh, and False Opus is actually the name of a local band that my friend is associated with. ;)
please please review, and tell me if I should continue, ne? (I will decide by myself anyway, but input from you guys will definitely be appreciated!) ^___________^