Okay awesome update to chapter 1! Recap. I was going to use just be friends as inspiration, but felt Happy synthesiser was more appropriate. Written by a person who has a current obsession with Luka! BTW itallics are thoughts. BTW again, Luke is not to be confused with Luki, male counterpart to Luka.
Note:I've noticed people aren't reding the whole thing. They read chapter one and stop. Chapter 2 has half as many hits. Please, it would mean a lot if you stuck to the end. It's almost finished! And please take the time to review. i want to know what you think.
Me does not owns Vocaloid or happy synthesiser but me wishes me did. Don't we all? Thank you to Yamaha, Crypton Future Media and the creator of Happy sythesiser for their contribution to the world!
ENJOY!
Chapter 1: Airport Sighting
Wow. Japan. And I thought I would be so much more excited. Well, I guess I should've seen it coming. I had good reason to. Everything I did these days was less than thrilling. Unfortunately, I couldn't go back now, I'd just stepped off the plane. Time to get on with the show. As I walked towards the Gate another plane flew in and messed up my beautiful silver/grey hair. Darn, I just had it cut before I left. And now it's ruined. Could this day get any more stupid, boring and generic?
Apparently it could.
I walked into the airport like a normal person and then across the halls like a normal person. Finally, I collected my luggage (or the very small amount of clothes and large amount of instruments that always followed me) like a normal person. Normal. I have and always will hate it.
I'm a performer, you see, so my mind is sort of wired to a more creative way of life. Nothing makes me happier than to see people's faces light up when they hear some mind-blowing part of a song, especially when it's played by me. So everywhere I go, I have a few gigs booked to keep me, and the locals, happy.
If anything is normal in my world, it gets eradicated immediately. Normal people have this thing, and it's not that I hate them personally, but normal makes me feel… normal. Being normal makes me bored, and being bored makes me depressed. Being depressed is not a good thing, as I found out a few months ago. So I came to Japan. But somehow I managed to become intoxicated by its mood killing aura. I wonder where that came from.
Oh, right… everywhere. With my casual clothes and many kilos of luggage, I looked like a loser stranded in a sea of black and white suits and dresses. What was this? 'Well Luke, it's a giant international airport where thousands of business-men and women leave and arrive to make their product and make it the next big thing. Or not'
Failure never failed to make me laugh. Especially if it happened to stuck up people.
I sighed, not because this was boring, but because I wanted to be like that. Not the stuck up person, but the successful businessman. Or maybe just a successful person. Being a warm-up act most of the time didn't exactly leave me with much, so I had to work another job to keep me afloat. Now, Jazz star… that's where I wanted to be. However I needed something or someone to inspire me, pick me up and toss me in a relatively positive direction and spur me to a better place.
'Someone like…no, too fancy…too serious…umm, a little too crazy…'no I need someone who has enough sanity to realise what they are doing is complete suicide, yet still do it. How about…
"HER!" I shouted as I saw the mystery girl running towards me like something out of a movie. It was like destiny was pulling her towards me, until I found out that something was actually pushing her instead of pulling. The girl was getting chased by cops! Damn, no more awesome 'meant for each other' story. I realised that my shouting had alerted more guards to where she was and she started to run faster towards me. Darn, if she got caught I'd never see her again! With some last minute (or second) thinking, the exact moment she ran past me, I jumped in front of the guards. This unfortunately meant a whole pile of guards fell over and stacked on top of me.
'Never. Doing. That. Again.'
But it was worth it. The moment she ran past me, her long ('was it champagne pink?') hair brushed my face. With this I caught the scent of a double espresso, like she knew this would happen and had prepared for it by getting an energy boost from the coffee. 'Now that's the person I need,' I thought as I picked myself up and set off to look for the girl that I was so thoroughly impressed by. As I walked across the building all I thought about was finding her. When I stopped for a drink I almost forgot to pay because I was too busy thinking about finding her. And when I did pay, I immediately resumed thinking about finding her. I really needed this girl.
But the question was, 'would she help me?'
HOOORAYY! I hoped you liked it cause I can't seem to find any other way of extending it. Please review cause then I won't know what to do and I'll kill myself.
Edward: Okay, that's a little too far.
Me: Okay you're right. Also, in the unfortunate circumstance that you do want to post a flame, post it on facebook so I can't see it. See you soon!
