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TOS/ASTER: Hello, my beloved readers. Let me present to you the new Chapter 1 of my baby NHFG. I hoped I did not disappoint you people for the sudden change without notice. I'll try to explain everything on the A/N at the end of this chapter. Enjoy reading ^,^
Like what I intended before, I will dedicate my first chapter to the first reader who will leave a review, whether good or bad, who happens to be KokoroBliss, and to those who first added my story on their favourites and story alerts.
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Natsume Hyuuga Fan Girl
By: 29th of September
Chapter 1: 6, 8, 12
Black.
Everything is black.
Pitch black.
The place is totally black like how black a night is when there are no stars present in the sky.
Visually, it's empty, lifeless. However, the sound of people's voices starting conversations while waiting the time tells otherwise.
Yes, they're waiting for the real night to start.
Gradually, the lights started to flicker, again like stars twinkling in a night's sky, and then followed by a dance number. The spectators were awed, stunned by the unexpected performance.
~NHFG~
"GOOD EVENING ARANETA!"
At the sound of his voice, the Big Dome came back to life.
He's still panting due to that dance number. He got loud roars in return.
Everyone in the venue kept on chanting his name.
The audience shouted without a care. Tomorrow, they will face the consequences, but tonight, they will shout to their heart's content.
Tomorrow, be damned.
They'll just buy some strepsils on their way home after this concert, or maybe considering a gargle or two of hot water with salt or ginger or whatever the next morning might help to ease their sore throats.
Oh, whatever! Tonight is the night.
Desperately trying to get more of his attention, every fans club of his prepared their own cheer.
They were trying to outshine each other as their cheering kept on getting higher and higher that made the coliseum to almost collapse. Him as the centre of it all will be sentenced to life-imprisonment.
Of course, it would not happen. His fan girls would not let that happen. They wouldn't hand over their Idol that easily without putting up a fight. However, if the venue really does collapse, there are lots of possibilities.
If you don't know any better, you might be misled by the interpretation that tonight's event is not actually a concert but his Fans Clubs' Cheering Competition Grand Finals, and the man standing alone on the centre of the stage is the host for the night's events.
Eventually, their loud cheering died down after some ages when he decided to speak. It's as if the angel of silence decided to pay a visit and sprinkled them with temporary silence dust, waiting for the announcement to be made.
"Hello, everyone!" he smiled at them. "So," he paused for a while, in order to catch his breathe, "How was it?"
A loud roar was heard in response.
"Sorry, this is my first time to do a dance number, that's why I'm still trying to catch my breathe." He apologized in between pants.
The audience laughed; still they praised him for his opening performance.
"Thank you" his breathing was steady now.
After a while, he continued, "It has been three years since I entered this industry, the music industry, I mean."
By this time, he's already walking towards the other side of the stage where a stool was placed, beside the tool was his guitar, his special guitar.
The cameras' following his every move shown by the three big screens; one at the middle, and the two on either side.
"I once stepped on this stage three years ago. All of you know that. Since then, I have not stepped on this stage again, until now, despite your never-ending request of me having a concert here. Because I'm waiting for the right time. So what I am trying to say is, tonight's the right time. "
He was scanning the crowd while doing this speech, trying to look for someone. When he cannot see her from the crowd, he just prayed, that somewhere inside the coliseum, she's there, listening to his every words, said and unsaid.
This is it. He thought to himself. His 'Tonight's Confession' (the title of tonight's concert) is not only inspired by his third album 'Confession'. Tonight is actually night when he is going to reveal to public what everyone's wanting and dying to know. The girl behind all of these; the reason, the inspiration, the story behind. Everything.
"To all the reporters out there, this is your chance. All your questions that I've been evading all these years, your going to hear them tonight" though not direct. He continued to himself.
All reporters and writers-from tabloid to broadsheets and from different networks- were all ears to this. Don't forget the fan girls too, especially the one who got a special date from his idol Natsume Hyuuga, hoping that it would be one of them.
"Oh! Looks like everyone's all ears, eh" he tried to humour, trying to ease the anxiousness he is feeling right now. Outside, he looks calm, and collected, but in all honesty, it's the opposite. He is honestly afraid that this might not work, that this plan of his might backfired. He is afraid, afraid with all his guts, especially when he cannot even get a glimpse of the girl he was looking for.
"Okay" he started, "this song that I am going to sing first tonight is all about her. She's the one who introduced me to music, and taught me how to play." He stopped, as if reminiscing those times.
"It is also because of her that I started writing songs. This song is not the first one I wrote but I wrote this one on the same day some couple of years ago, so it's the song's birthday too."
"Listen carefully."
With the guitar's strap wrapped around him, the microphone stands' fixed, he started strumming, accompanied by a live band.
Closing his eyes, he started to sing, to reminisce, to feel the song, to travel back the time that inspired him to write the song, and have flashbacks of what happened after.
~NHFG~
Ooh, ooh
Do you ever think about me?
Do you ever cry yourself at sleep?
In the middle of the night when you're awake, are you calling out for me?
Do you ever reminisce?
I can't believe I'm acting like this
I know it's crazy
How I still can feel your kiss.
It's been 6 months, 8 days, 12 hours since you went away
I miss you so much and I don't know what to say
I should be over you
I should know better
But it's not just the case
It's been 6 months, 8 days, 12 hours since you went away
Do you ever ask about me?
Do your friends still tell you what to do?
Every time the phone rings, do you wish it was me calling you?
Or has time put out the flame?
I miss you, is everything okay?
It's been 6 months, 8 days, 12 hours since you went away
I miss you so much and I don't know what to say
I should be over you
I should know better
But it's not just the case
It's been 6 months, 8 days, 12 hours since you went away.
It's hard enough just passing the time
When I can's seem to put you out off my mind
And where is the good in goodbye
Tell me why,
Tell me why.
It's been 6 months, 8 days, 12 hours since you went away
I miss you so much and I don't know what to say
I should be over you
I should know better
But it's not just the case
It's been 6 months, 8 days, 12 hours since you went away.
Sing it for me, ooh, ooh.
~NHFG~
Showing his eyes to the world again, he smiled a little. His eyes that conveyed all his feelings shined because of tears he strained from falling and made his eyelashes wet. With one tiny wave from him to the crowd, he quickly walked towards the backstage, and brought his precious guitar along. The floor was now on one of his surprise guests. He, on the other hand took a short break. Through his short break, he could not help himself but reminisce of the past.
~NHFG~
It was already late. In a few more minutes, the clock will strike twelve and will start a new day.
I know I should take advantage of the time to sleep earlier because school nights rendered me from doing so. School works always made me stayed up until past midnight, then woke up early for school.
On a usual Saturday night, I should be sleeping by bow, but tonight is different. I tried, but I could not. Instead, I found myself staring on my study table where my phone lies. I waited, and waited, and hoped that it will ring by midnight, just like last year.
As the clock reached twelve, my phone rang. At exactly twelve in the evening, I got seventeen messages, which all contained 'Happy Birthday, Paps! ^.^'
All of them came from only one sender, Mi.
That was last year.
Tonight was different, though at exactly midnight, my phone rang. I grabbed it quickly only to be disappointed that the ring was for the alarm.
It's funny, I should've known. I smiled sadly to myself.
Convinced that I would not receive the birthday greetings that I was hoping to receive tonight, I counted the time that I last saw her.
She boarded the plane by noon.
That was on 18 May. Wednesday, I still remembered. The day before was not quite a sight.
I became busy since the beginning of May, and so I forgot an important date. I tried to make it up on the 17th. I don't know what happened. One moment, we were both happy and enjoying each other's company, then the next moment she was already crying. She left immediately.
I decided to visit her the following morning to clarify things, only to find out she's not home and about to board the plane in an hour or two.
I followed her, but I was late. She was already gone.
That day was the first rain of May.
I often asked her friends whether she's already back or not.
I even went to her school to check on her only to learn that she has been absent for two weeks straight.
Thinking all about this made me feel more frustrated, and whenever I'm frustrated like this, I only have two options, it's either I write or I draw to pent up all my emotions.
I grabbed my sketchpad and pen beside my phone, but I'm not in the mood for some sketching. So I guess, it's writing for tonight.
It was her, too, who told me to do this whenever I'm frustrated instead of drinking myself to death. What am I today was all because of her, so how am I going to move on?
What am I going to write? She said anything that comes to my mind.
Do you ever think about me?
Because I do, I still do since the day that you left. I kept asking myself what happened, why didn't you tell me you were leaving.
Do you ever cry yourself at sleep?
In the middle of the night when you're awake, are you calling out for me?
I did. You told me I shouldn't strain my self from crying. I shouldn't be afraid to cry. You were always there with me when I cry. By now I'm already crying, that's for sure, but this time, the difference is that you're not here.
Do you ever reminisce?
I can't believe I'm acting like this
I know it's crazy
How I still can feel your kiss.
I think I'm crazy now. That kiss before you left, was that a kiss of goodbye? Why I'm acting like this was all because of you. Yes, I blame you for this.
It's been 6 months, 8 days, 12 hours since you went away
Yes. That's true. I know you love numbers, and you're always specific when it comes to details. See how you affected me so much.
I miss you so much and I don't know what to say
I do, I really do. Though I think, I wouldn't be able to tell you everything if ever we meet in the future so I'm going to keep this for you.
I should be over you
I should know better
But it's not just the case
How should I? I don't even know what we are now. There's no proper goodbye, no proper closure. Did we reach our end? Did you decide to let me go? Did you get tired of me already? You told me you wouldn't let me go and that you would win me over. What happened?
Do you ever ask about me?
Do your friends still tell you what to do?
Every time the phone rings, do you wish it was me calling you?
I know you listen to your friends, so by now, you already knew that I was always asking about you, and when you can't decide by yourself, you asked for their opinion. I want you to know that I'm still waiting for your call when you're ready.
Or has time put out the flame?
I hope not. To be honest, this is the question that I'm dreading to ask. I don't know whether I'm ready or not to hear your reply. I don't want to ask you this. I'm afraid. Now that I am sure that, I already fell for you, deeper than what I've thought. Don't leave me, please, and...
I miss you, is everything okay?
It's hard enough just passing the time
Without hearing your side, I don't know how long will I be able to hold
When I can's seem to put you out off my mind
And where is the good in goodbye
Until now, I'm asking myself this. Do you know why? Please.
Tell me why.
~NHFG~
"Natsume?"
Soft voice took him out from his reverie. He diverted his gaze to where that soft voice came from then smiled in return.
She took that smile of his as a sign to continue, so she continued.
"You're up in a few. Be ready okay?"
"Thank you, Ate" Natsume replied. They both knew what that meant.
"You know I'm always here for you, right, Natsume. Now off you go, stop this drama. Prepare yourself. You still have a heart to claim back." she cheered then shooed him back the stage again.
Natsume Hyuuga Fan Girl Chapter 1
To Be Continued...
A/N: I do not own 6,8,12.
How was it? I haven't read it yet, so I apologize for the grammatical errors in advance.
Don't get me wrong. I did not plagiarize other's work, that's for sure. I just type what comes my mind.
Explanation time.
I've been reading stories here in ffn for more than a year now, and a member for almost a year. Believe it or night, I have already read all complete MN stories (multi-chaptered and one-shots), in-progress/on hiatus MN stories with minimum of 2 chapters or with at least 5,000 words. In addition to that are other complete/in-progress/on hiatus stories with no specific pairings.
Upon reading these stories, I saw how the writers evolution through time. I saw their styles, the similarities between their stories. How they matured in every story, they made. I learned at least a part of who they are as a person. They left a unique and distinct image inside my head. Like them/you, I also wanted to leave you guys the impression (like 'Oh, it's Aster's', 'That's Aster's style'or the likes), and create my own identity (and share you a bit of who I am).
And in this story, I'm going to use my so-called Meet Me Halfway style. For those who already got the idea, congrats, while for those who did not, you'll find out eventually.
Another reason is that, I spilled this secret of mine to one of my closest friend, Venisse and so I wanted this to be a bit more special.
I apologize for a long author's note and thank you for many reasons.
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See you next chapter! ^_^
~ASTER
Posted: May 5, 2012 01:31
