Chapter 3 has now been fixed. Apologies for the missing scene, hope people weren't too confused.
Dreaming on the Radio (Chapter 3)
Echizen frowned. When he woke up this morning at exactly 9:07:56, he knew it would not be a good day. That was only further proven when his housemate nearly ran over him on his way to the university.
He had arrived at the seminar late, fell asleep at the lecture afterwards, arrived late to the seminar after that because he fell asleep and now, several lectures later, on his way to the studio, he couldn't find his CD.
I'm sure I left it in here last night! His manager was going to screw him over for this…absolutely screw him over. He should have made a copy, didn't his agent keep pestering him to make her a copy so she could keep one just in case? Why didn't he make a copy?!
Sighing a little in frustration, Echizen checked his watch. He was already late as it was since the last lecture over ran, even if he went back to his house his manager would be mad at him for wasting valuable recording time. So it's pretty much a lose-lose situation right now. He shrugged to himself and settled a little more comfortably in his seat. There was not much he could do now, he might as well relax while he could.
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Momoshiro twirled the CD case round and round as he watched the TV. He had returned after his first, and only, lecture of the day with the full intention of leaving it on the kitchen counter or slipping it under Ryuzaki's door. But Ann-chan had texted him, and in a hurry to meet up with her he had left the CD in his bag.
So he was making sure he didn't forget about it as he watched his favourite programme and waited for the commercials to come on so he could go upstairs and slip it under Ryuzaki's door. He would have done it earlier…but he barely made it in time to catch the start of 'Kira Kira' and didn't want to miss a second of it. So he vowed not to forget about the CD in the time it took him to watch the show.
It's just a CD, it can't be that important. Then again, he had heard from Ohtori about how someone failed their course because they didn't hand their composition in on time. Momo wasn't sure what music course Ryuzaki did; he just hoped the CD wasn't an important, grade-affecting composition or anything.
The door slammed, just as the first commercial break came on.
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Echizen was in a foul mood when he returned home that night. The recording had not gone well, and thanks to the absence of that particular arrangement, there would be a delay in the mixing. The producer had actually been a little worried about whether they would make the deadline. Or rather, whether they would make the deadline with a fantastic piece of work, which is what the public expected of him.
He had waited years for a chance to return to music, it was not going take one stupid little piece of accompaniment to ruin his reputation. He was going to find that disk right now and put it in his bag immediately so that it'd be there for tomorrow.
"Oh hey, Ryuzaki," a familiarly loud voiced echoed across the living room and out onto the hall.
"Call me Ryoma," Echizen growled out and stomped up the stairs. If that idiot was going to have a go at him for not emptying out the bin again he was going to maim something.
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Momo rolled his eyes as Ryuzaki sulked up the staircase. Gee, why is he always in such a bad mood? Somewhere in the back of his mind, he worried that it was because of the CD but he pushed the thought away. It was just one little disk right?
"Oi, Ryuzaki. You left your CD on the floor this morning."
Ryuzaki seem to stop mid-step, before he practically ran back down the stairs. Hazel eyes were wide as they took in the sight of Momo waving the case in the air lightly before they narrowed into an angry glare.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?!" Ryoma all but snarled at him.
Momo was a little taken aback. "Er, because you just walked into the door?"
"You could have called or texted me or something," scowls and growls accompanied every word, Momo felt that stab of guilt return. "It was really important to me!" With that Ryuzaki snatched the case out of his hands irritably. "Idiot," he mumbled.
Momo found himself frowning at that. Sure he should have left it in the house earlier on in the day, but that was no reason for Ryuzaki to just randomly insult him! And how could he call or text? The first year wasn't exactly sociable enough to give him his phone number.
"If it was so important why didn't you just keep a closer eye on it!" Momo found himself yelling back before he could help himself. "It's not like it's my duty to look after your things! You should be glad I didn't write over your stupid little composition!"
In all his life, Momoshiro had never seen anyone spin around so fast; Ryuzaki nearly tripped over his own feet as he turned and stalked over to him.
"Did you listen to it?!" the first year demanded.
"Yeah, as if I'd listen to your music," Momo rolled his eyes. Did this kid have some sort of copyright complex or something? It's not like he was going to steal whatever was on it and put it in his own coursework or something. "Ooh, commercials are over."
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Ryoma felt himself raise an eyebrow as that loud mouthed idiot blanked him as soon as some stupid TV show came on. Such a simpleton probably would not have been able to notice the accompaniment anyway, he shouldn't have worried so.
And it was quite nice of him to keep a hold of the CD rather than just leaving it on the kitchen counter where it could have gotten burnt by one of Inui-senpai's experiments.
But it was his fault for running into me in the first place! Then again, he probably could have avoided that if he had just woken up in time...
Shaking away such pointless thoughts, Ryoma headed back upstairs. But not before a quiet glance back into the living room.
To be continued...
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