Hello, I'm Izaya Orihara, and I'm a singer.
It's more of a guilty pleasure of mine, than anything else.
I have never sang to anyone other than the internet.
I'm considered a lot of bad words, bad things - but nobody has considered me a singer.
Yet.
Chapter 2
I adjust my webcam and microphone slightly, so only my guitar and mouth are visible - like all my other videos - then start the recording.
" And I'm so tired,
Of these buried lies we spoke about a thousand times
When all your friends stuck by your side,
Turning backs and minds "
My fingers glide over the strings, though my head stays held high, keeping my mouth on show so the rest of me wouldn't be recognisable.
" And all this time, you've been stabbing mine
And cut and dry at all my pride
But there's a scar you'll never find
Right behind my eye.."
I bite my lip a little, tension building up inside me as I slow the strumming slightly and let my previously recorded backing track sing for me for a moment.
My fingers automatically start strumming quickly and I take a quick breath to my stomach.
" I'm a lighthouse in the dark,
I'll shine a light on every single soul that weeps
That you have torn
I'm a lighthouse in the dark,
Directing ships that carry all their broken hearts
That you have torn apart!"
I close my eyes and imagine myself on a big stage, strumming my guitar like crazy with the sound of my singing exciting all my fans.
I find the corners of my mouth tugging into a smile while I sing, then I open my eyes and notice something on the camera's sight behind me.
I stop singing and my guitar goes dead as I turn around. The figure moves away quickly.
"Namie?" I call, a little annoyed. I told her she wasn't needed today. I told her specifically to stay away as I needed my alone time.
"Uh- it's Shizuo." An embarrassed voice calls from behind the sofa.
I feel my face go white, then red-hot. "Sh-Shizu-chan?" I question, hitting the stop button for the recording.
"Uhm, yeah. I.. needed that manuscript..for another.. publisher.." He mumbles quietly and slowly comes into view, bent over a little awkwardly as if the ceiling was really low.
"Bedroom cabinet." I glare at him. "Don't you tell anybody what happened. 'less you want your throat slit."
He looks over to me, cheeks red. "N-no of course not. I think.. you're a really great singer though. You should just.. sing more often. It's a better side of you.."
I'm about to say something, but he rushes off to my bedroom and comes back with his papers.
"I hope you didn't have a chance to read it." He grumbles.
"Actually, I did."
I don't say anything as he walks out, but I feel my heart sink as I look down to my guitar.
I wouldn't sing for anything or anyone anymore. No matter how many nice comments I get about it..
The thought of my big dream concert comes back to my mind, only this time there's Shizu-chan there, egging me on.
I hate the thought of it.
I set my guitar down and go to get myself a drink, noticing the door is kicked in. How didn't I notice that?
Singing is my vulnerable stage, I decide. So I won't sing again.