Woot. I don't own anything. I know the characters, well, don't really stay in character. But oh well!The song/s I used are mine. (Crappy, I know)

Typically, the only store that would hire a guy with piercings was the video store.

"I don't think we have that movie *toot* Sense." Nobu told the slightly fat guy reeking of beer.

"What kind of video store doesn't have that movie?" Fat beer guy asked him.

"What kind of man drinks beer at 8 am? " Nobu replies with a sneer. He was annoyed at the man and at himself for sucking at his new musical career. But then again, no pain no gain.

He works at a video store from 7:30 am to 4 pm for 80 bucks a day. This was cheap compared to the pay for band gigs. Once, again he cursed himself for not thinking decisions through.

At about 1 pm, when business was going painfully slow, a tall girl walked in.

"I'm here to return this movie *toot* and the Chamber of *toot*" the girl told him.

"Are you a member?"

"As a matter of fact I am."

"I need your card."

The girl gave him her card. Nobu looked at the name. Nana Komatsu

"Nana, That's a nice name."

"Thanks... You are?"

"Here's your change ma'am" He was obviously avoiding the name question. "Now if you excuse me my break's about to begin. Hey Tom take over for me!"

Nobu didn't know why he didn't want to say his name. He went into the back, where the employee room was. He took out his guitar and began playing a slow melody he made up a couple nights before.

Outside, his notes and chords were heard. They caught the attention of Nana Komatsu, but she just walked away.

At about 4:10 pm, Nobu walked out of the video store, glad that his day at hell disguised as a store was over. He walks home alone, to gather his thoughts once more. Out of nowhere, an idea pops into his mind, an idea for a song. He ran home, holding the guitar on his back with one hand to keep it in place, so as not to forget the idea. Once at the door of his apartment room, he hurriedly unlocked the door, dropping his keys a few times. He sat down on the couch and wrote.

I'm not going anywhere, until you've understood

What I had to say

I find it hard to take, words that make me who I am

Got washed down by the sand

It's gotten so far I've forgotten who I am

I've forgotten my stand, don't know what I believe

I need to find me

I'm walking down a path that has no end

It's lost clarity

And I don't think you comprehend

The chances I take, the smiles that I fake

He was kind of tired; he decided to finish the song tomorrow.