ME: Hi, this is a new story. My 4th. If you like, please review! R&R!!!:D
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto, I swear. And also, I did not eat those peas!
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Just Breathe: Chapter 1
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"Ruru, the dress looks great on you!" Ino squeals, actually quivering in excitement.
"Oh, yeah. Just great." I grumble, carefully hiding the sarcasm and trying to sound appreciating. I mean, come on, I shouldn't be ungrateful. It takes a lot of trouble to drive for, like, an hour just to buy one stupid dress. But seriously, I could just go in jeans and a nice shirt. It's really not that hard of a concept. Plus, I haven't even started high school, yet.
I voice my thoughts to Ino.
"Ruru! This is your prom we're talking about. It's a night that nobody will forget. You're finally a sophomore, and now you're allowed to go to prom night!"
"Ino! I told you to just call me Sakura! Ruru makes me sound like a teddy bear or something." I whined. Well, I didn't exactly whine. But, still. Ruru?
"So, Ruru. Which one? The pink one with the cute ruffles, or the black one with the revealing hem? Personally, I prefer the pink one. It matches your hair. BUT! You have great legs. Therefore, you should also consider the black one." Ino babbled, not seeming to notice me sneak away to the instrument section.
I sit down, and pick up a guitar, testing the weight of the instrument, and thrumming the strings. They reverberated through me, making a sweet sound. Not seeming to notice a pair of white orbs probing me and my reverie, I begin to play.
2 A.M. And she calls me, 'cuz I'm still awake,
Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?
I don't love him,
And winter just wasn't my season.
Yeah, we walk through the doors,
So accusing their eyes.
Like they have any right to criticize,
Hypocrites.
You're all here for the very same reason.
Gaining adrenaline, I get really into it. I become serious and play hard.
'Cause you can't jump the track,
We're like cars on a cable.
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands…
And breathe…Just breathe.
Ohh breathe…Just breathe.
"Sakura?! Where are you?" Ino yells, looking for me. I ignore her, and keep singing, still not noticing my silent viewer.
May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
"Just a day", he sat down to the flask in his fist,
"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year",
Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him.
But maybe I'll just sing about it.
Cause you can't jump the track,
We're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle you head in you hands.
And breathe…Just breathe.
Ohh breathe…Just breathe.
There's a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out.
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again.
If you only try turning around.
I close my eyes, and totally immerse myself into the song. I sing louder, and sway with the rhythm.
2 A.M. and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper,
It's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to.
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary,
Screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them,
However you want to.
But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No on can find the rewind button now,
So sing it if you understand
And breathe…Just breathe.
Whoa breathe…Just breathe.
Oh breathe…Just breathe.
Oh breathe...Just breathe.
I end the song, and finish with one last thrum. Sighing, I put down the guitar, and open my eyes. It seems blurry at first, and I realize that my eyes have started watering. This song reminded me of…HIM. Damn! I'm so darn emotional. Wait. Is someone there?
I wipe my eyes, and look up, my pupils focusing to the light. There is a boy…actually, a man, standing in front of me, looking down at me grimly. He has long, brown, shoulder-length hair like a hippy's, and is wearing a suit with his blazer tucked under his arm and his tie loosened. What. A. Total. Hottie. Ino, yelling for me, is forgotten.
He backs up a little and looks at me. He frowns, then raises his eyebrows. I wonder what's wrong. Have I disappointed him somehow? Oh my god! He must have been listening to my song! I cover my mouth with my hand, stifling my gasp. That…My…Ugh.
"Miss?" He says, adorably, looking at me funny.
Yes, Prince? Just joking. He looks to old for me. "Yes?"
"You are a pretty good singer and musician, and are also average-looking, which is just what we are looking for." He says, satisfied.
What? Excuse me? Did this little preppy boy just up and insult me? 'Pretty good singer'? 'Average-looking'? Ooohhh, this punk is gonna get his ass whipped.
Wait, no! I can't. I had a bet. Crap. Breathe. In and out. In and out. Think of…bunnies. Ew, no. Think of…cake. Yeah, cake. Better. Cake is good, really good. Okay. I am calmed down. I have a bit of an anger management problem. But, I still love myself!
"Ahem. Are you saying that I am ugly?" I ask, struggling to keep my calm, and from punching that perfect, little, limestone face.
"No. I am merely stating that you aren't the most beautiful creature to walk the earth. But, you will do." He…states. What planet is this guy from? Why is he talking like this? And also, what does he mean? 'You will do.'? I am HOT! Son of a bitch. But, more importantly, what the hell IS he talking about? Me?
"Um, sir? What do you mean by 'you will do'?" I ponder aloud, curiously.
"Well. I am the manager of the prestigious elite band, Ramen. Right now, one of our lead singers, Kiba, who is really the man dragging in our audience, mostly comprised of girls, is being given a lead role in the movie, Transformers. Only, it is a new, Japanese edition. Additionally, on the opening night, we will be having the band perform. BUT! We must have the actress there as well! So, simply because you can sing and are good-looking, I suggest that you audition for the part."
Wow. I have just met the manager of a…noodle-soup band. Wow. I am completely shocked. And also, who the hell is Kiba? What, doesn't he have a last name? And what does he mean by 'dragging in our audience'? Is he violent? Isn't that bad?
"Excuse me. Sir? Why would I be interested in this role? I have schoolwork to think about and I am worrying about starting high school." I say. Mentally adding the fact that I came here to get AWAY from drama, not jump back in.
"Well. It will immediately secure you a spot at the also elite high school, Konoha High. It is an extremely advanced school, and you will receive full scholarship. Plus, the movie will pay you for your acting. But, only if you win the role." he explains, immediately drowning my worries.
That's good. Paying. Full scholarship. Konoha High. I've heard of that place before. It's where all of the snobby rich kids go! Yes! I'm gonna be a snobby rich kid!
So, a movie. I could do that. Easy, right?
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The End
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NOTE: Hey, Pretzel. If you're reading this, please enjoy! By the way, readers, romance DOES come later! But, so does action:D