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~ LoveandZeLink

Chapter 4

Five years from now, She sits at home
Feeding the baby, she's all alone
She turns on TV, guess who she sees
Sk8er Boi rockin' up MTV

Popularity. Is. Awesome.

Not only did Sk8er Hero come out as a platinum single—as I had predicted—it also raised enough money for me and Link to move out of our one bedroom, one bath, one space the size of a closet, apartment! As an extra plus, it was enough to move out of our peaceful hometown and into the city!

Castle Town!

We have visited once there before to record and test out Sk8er Hero and the rest of our album, but then Link and I decided to go back home and watch our results from home. Our third band member thankfully volunteered to stay in Castle Town, to get the major news and to do some sightseeing.

Yeah, so what if Link and I are cowards? Or really—I begged Link to stay with me when he swayed to stay in Castle Town.

"Hey!" Link called out to me, a few days after introducing our first album to the public. The public which had decided our fate.

I was in the shower at that time and yelled over the steam, "Just a minute!"

"Come out now, Zelda!" He immediately replied.

Groaning, I shut off the water, and quickly grabbed my robe, tying the wrap around myself. Slipping my feet into my slippers, I ran back to the living room as my faded blonde hair dripped all over the place. In a fit of drippiness, I stuck my hand on my hips Midna-style and watched the back of his tousled head.

"What?" I finally scowled at him, squeezing the water out of my hair and into an empty cup.

Link turned back to look at me—he sighed under that small breath of his—and pointed to the television.

I stared at him, before my eyes were fixated by the fizzling screen.

What. The. Hell?

Ooh, that'd be a good song, actually.

There, on some channel Gods know what, was actual film of me and Link from our visit to Castle Town. The film shifts from snapshots of Link and me around Castle Town, and some of our third member doing some sightseeing of his own, but mostly it was me and Link recording in the studio that day. And the song blaring over the whole thing?

Sk8er Hero.

We called our third member moments afterward. He apologized for never telling us since too many fans had gotten a hold of his number so he started to block off these numbers, but he never got the chance to block all of them. So he just stopped picking up his phone in total, now in the process of getting a new one.

He filled us in, excitedly telling us how Sk8er Hero had gotten onto HyruleHighest's list of the top ten! And how immediately in a few days, Sk8er Hero achieved the number one spot!

I squealed in place as Link impulsively picked me up and twirled me around. We had major headaches, and broke a few things, but we were too dazzled in our cloud of happiness.

In the same day, we moved out, and then bought tickets head-on to Castle Town. It was a crazy move, but the moment we entered the blaring, bustling city, Link and I were recognized already. The moment being in a small music store, ogling at the cover of Sk8er Hero when two fans realized the familiar strangers in the corner.

We causally walked out of the store, and to the hotel where our third member was staying.

Hours after talking with our third member and our record company, it was done.

Link and I were gazillionares.

Well, it seemed from the number of zeros on our album sales had to be that many. The number of sales in a week, by the way!

So being the geniuses Link and I are, we had began to live our lives as gazillionares.

And I have to say—it's totally epic.

"Ooh, look another one!" I giddily laughed, from our new guitar-printed sofa. It looked silly, but it knows how to work out a tight muscle. Yeah, did I mention it had a built-in massager?

The vast flat-screen depicted the first recording Link and I did some time ago. On the screen, I was singing into the circular microphone sort-of-thing as Link stood beside me, an electric guitar strapped neatly over his shoulder and another microphone in front of his mouth. Our third member and the newly hired two others hung in the back, estatic to be on. They rocked out on shiny drums and intense guitars.

"She said 'See ya later, hero,'" The television me easily harmonized with Link's amplifying voice. We shared a quick smile, before belting out then next lyrics in easy memory. The camera then directed at our producers behind glass, nodding in encouragement with thumbs-up in sight.

"What was that?" Link causally walked in, his cell phone at his ear and a bag of those healthy stuff that you can only get from the Ordon province. I scrunched my nose in distaste, yet Link blabbed to the person on the other line.

"Hey, that's us," he excitedly pointed out, the moment after I pointed it out. He then dropped next to me, poofing the bag out. I rolled my eyes, snatching his bag from his light fingers.

"I kid, Zel, I kid you." With a sweet kiss to my nose, he was able to lean over and steal back the bag, while still having success with the cell phone on his shoulder.

We watched the rest of the concert in starstruck silence. Or I did while Link continued to hold his conversation with the phone.

A minute later, he rose to throw away his bag as I yawned from stalking the television for news of Link and me. Besides the occasional interview of my father, who frequently walked out of places called 'The Building of the Ministry of Education' and 'The Building of the Prime Minister' and would answer to annoying questions with a strained smile, "No comment," there was nothing more from the Sk8er Hero singers.

On this channel anyway.

I grabbed the remote from the table, recycled from old wooden skateboards, and tuned to the next channel. Of course, it featured Link walking over to our favorite café to grab a vanilla chai latte for me and just an espresso for him. And of course, the headlines will read, "ANOTHER LATE NIGHT FOR THE UPCOMING ALBUM?"

Really, it's only been a good three months since the first album released. What do they think we are? Machines?

Well, screw them.

I slouched into the sofa, my knees reaching to tuck my chin underneath and my arms supporting a droopy head. My eyelids began to grow heavy and descended from time to time, onto my cerulean eyes. Yeesh, stalking the news for five hours really got to you.

Growing bored from the spokesperson's droning monotone, I took a cushion and snuggled across the sofa. Initiate the godly massagers.

Just as the drone lulled me to a sweet nap, Link marched in, a hand tousled into his dirty blonde hair.

"Zelda?"

"What?" I tiredly groaned into the pillow. My tired, tired face curled deeper in the pillow as Link shifted his weight, foot to foot.

"I just got off the phone."

"Okaaaay."

"Zelda?"

Painfully prying my head from the pillow, I moaned in a near yawn, "Yeeeaaahhh, Link what is it... ?"

I looked up, into Link's shaky, but still pretty, azure eyes. He guiltily stared back at me, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Hey, Link, what's wrong?"

He smiled at me, a bit too sadly.

"Midna is coming. To our next concert."

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