(A/N; Hey Fanfic Readers! How's it hanging?! I just read my other chapter and realized that was the longest chapter I've ever written, and I have some words of advice to some Musicians and Singers, whom are famous or in the making. Never let the fear of those who hate you get you down, I did. Had a slow time singing again, and since January 31st 2009 when the Shania Twin came and performed, and just watching her made me want to become a singer and why Shania Twain; is because she was the one who inspired me into singing since her "Come On Over" Tour and still am ever since I was a kid. Hearing words from those whom like your voice and playing makes you want to do more and keep it up at what you're doing. The Same goes for Fanfic Writers who do very good jobs, and whenever I comment I always tell them "Keep It Up" or "Don't let the bad get you down!" no matter if they have some grammar errors like I do, Because I've seen that bad in some reviews.
Ok, so I probably must be boring some of you to death and must be thinking, "C'mon! Get on with it! I'm excited to see how it goes! Now I got to go the Toilet!" - Nah just kidding! LOL So you all might recognize that last bit in the previous Chapter, where I describe the bands, some certain parts I wrote was a little tribute for Glay (My Favorite FF Author and also my Inspiration for pursuing my Music Career), and yet you are very Talented at writing, Can't wait to see what will be revealed in the end! Also the story is now going to follow along to some of the actual Beyblade episodes, for example; "Same Old Dirty Tricks" as you must have recognized.
Here We Go!)
Disclaimer; Maybe I should get this Tattooed on my Forehead . . . XD I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING DEPICTED IN THIS FILM-I mean-FIC! lol.
Chapter 4 - Oh Brother Where Are Thou
I CARREID MY GUITAR IN ROOM 409 ON THE FOURTH FLOOR OF THE HOSPITAL, and placed it near Ray as he was having his hospital food, which I don't remember that all too well, but Ray puked in his bed pan as the food made him feel a lot sick since all he had were sustained Injuries from his snapped bass cord and skinned his pinky's tenant. He didn't play with his pinky since he was used to his middle, index and ring fingers, but it was just his arm was all bandaged up.
Not to mention his cheek was bandaged more than the cut itself, but Ray had his left eye closed since he said it hurt bad that they sedated him, and was a little giggly and groggy. Mariah was down by the Cafeteria having herself her own meal, which was practically the same thing Ray, was having.
"You know." Said Ray, "Thinking about all of our younger years, it was practically her and me, even in school when we were lab partners or study buddies, Plus we were wild at the time and were free to do anything that we pleased when Lee was out with the band and we were supposed to be studying as we went out on the town and got Ice-cream since we were just friends."
I sat beside Ray as he was munching on the soup, yeah that's what it was, and at least that was better than the meaty thing he was eating. "Wow, the way you say it makes it sound like you two have already been dating."
"I know, but we were friends and I've wanted to tell her since we started hanging out."
I looked at him, "But you did."
Ray finished his soup as he laid on his back, and seemed to be muttering words of a song, and all I heard was; ". . . Heaven."
Then I looked at him again, and said; "Sing that again."
Ray looked back and though about how he was singing it; "Now that you're with me, all I can see. And it's hard to believe, we're in heaven." I was smiling when he sang it, but I had a better idea for his song, since he inspired it for me.
"I have it now," I said quickly, "'Cause baby you're all that I want, when you're lying here in my arms. I'm finding it hard to believe, we're in heaven." I sang as I pulled out my guitar and my tape recorder, and sang the line again in it and fumbled around with the Guitar Chords. F, G, and Am, then C to G. Then I put two and two together, and sang with the Chords this time, which took me about ten minutes, and Ray just sat back and watched me in amazement, with only his one eye.
"Good!" He said very amused. "And you got that from someone just talking?"
Smiling at the Chinese boy; "Yes," I said; "This is the first time actually, since you said it which seemed to rhyme to me."
"Oh!" Ray just laughed. "So you are going to thank me in your Autobiography when you get fame?" Said Ray, what was he saying of course I am, I'm saying it right now! Thank you Ray!
"Yeah sure," I said plainly. "I'll even write it for you and Mariah and play it at your wedding." I said laughing.
"Okay. I promise." And did I promise you may ask? Yes I did! They got married in 2004 and since then they still are married since I talked to them soon as I started writing this chapter.
Anyway, Mariah came in with a chocolate bar and one was for Ray since he told her when she left for lunch.
"Hey Ray I didn't know if you wanted-Who are you?" She asked me as she noticed me with my Guitar.
"I'm Ray's friend, Kai Hiwatari from the Blitzkrieg Boys."
Mariah had a smile as she blushed, which her cheeks seemed to match her little pink hair bow. "Flattered, I'm Mariah Wong. I supposed Ray had told me about you."
"Yeah, he did." I said as she seemed to be blushing more.
Later after acquainted with Mariah, and then she blushed less, we were paid a Visit from Ray's doctor. He seemed to be in his late forties and fifties, and was wearing his stethoscope as he came back with his chart. Alongside with Mr. Dickenson and DJ behind him.
"Ray." Said Mr. Dickenson, DJ was wearing a casual look than what he wore in front of the Camera. Mr. Dickenson looked at me and Mariah as he was speaking to Ray; "Can I have a word with you in private?"
I look at Mariah as she had a concerned look that spelled Oh No on her face thinking it was bad, but I had the same look on my face too, and without hesitating me and Mariah went outside and were burning with curiosity when I put my head on the door hoping to hear something, or at least a mutter. Mariah joined in beside me as all we heard was fairly little.
". . . Sick. . . Competition . . . -lifted. . . Happen since. . . Ray." and the conversation was dragging for a minute when we heard DJ say; "Let's go." to Mr. Dickenson as we heard footsteps approaching and quickly we backed away a few feet when the door finally opened.
"Well how is he? What happened?" Mariah panicked. I stood besides her thinking she was going to have a meltdown, since she was thinking that they were going to get disqualified.
Mr. Dickenson put his hand on her shoulder to calm her. "Now, if you're thinking the band is disqualified, no." Mariah had a sigh of relief on her face when he went on, "It's just that I was here to inform him that the Doctor's going to let him walk free and that he keeps playing with a squeeze ball he'll be able to slide notes on the bass, but just be glad dear it wasn't you or Kevin. Then you would be in trouble." With that his beeper rang as he and DJ left the room. We finally went in as Ray was squeezing a small and yellow smiley-face ball with his bad arm, but was doing it therapeutically.
"Ray." Mariah breathed, "So they're letting you go?"
"No, they're letting me stay in the band." He said trying to squeeze the foam ball.
"No not the band, they going to let you leave the Hospital?" I was going to tell Mariah that they were, but to me she seemed that she wanted to be sure.
"Yeah. At least I didn't get hurt on the legs." He said humorously as Mariah gave him a kiss on the cheek.
After the first round in Ottawa, the BBA said we were not going to board the plane over-seas to Madrid, Spain, but that was going to be the next Week, so now we were going to New York City. Right now I was sitting by the bleachers in the Scotia bank Place and just watching how they deconstructed the stage and the light-fixtures along with the sound booth. First they would take apart the stage platform piece by piece, and get that out of the way, and then they would let down the each light-fixture at the same time as another team would bring one another fixture down. It's also the same for my Concert Stage, but I even have the Pyrotechnics and the confetti canons.
Even though I was supposed to be packing but I had already did since yesterday, and my stuff was already on the bus the same time I had come up with the extension of the chorus of "Heaven"
And love is all that I need,
And I found it there in your heart,
It isn't too hard to see,
We're in Heaven.
I looked at my song book as I was putting it away in my back-pack as I noticed Miguel's Vocal coach walking by with his face in a smile, that same twisted smile that got me nervous at what he was going to do next, and so I followed him.
He was walking to where the busses were and sneaking behind him was my stealth move when I see him lie to the bus driver, "I just want to see if my band had packed their instruments well."
The driver nodded, gave him the key to opening up one of the hatches on the side of the bus when he pulled out a Guitar case, and another one. I recognized the two of them which belonged to Daichi and Tala. What was I going to do? Luckily in my back pack I stowed away my new digital Camera Boris and Voltaire got me as a 'good luck' present, and turned off the flash and quickly snapped a few pictures and zoomed in. He appeared he was implanting the same bugs as the one I found on Ray's bass guitar into Daichi's, so I sprang into action and pretended I was walking on the bus early before he could touch Tala's.
Barthez noticed me as I had my sunglasses on, luckily I had put them on before he saw me, and quickly put Tala's away first before he could do anything about it, and then took his time with Daichi's.
"Hey Man!" I said loudly, getting his attention as he jumped up and bumped his head on the hatch, letting out an 'oof' sound as I still said loudly; "Oh! You all right man? That looks pretty nasty, you should get that checked!" My voice echoing through the whole bus lot.
"Yes! I'll be sure to get it done." He said trying to scare me. To be honest, I could take this guy and throw him across the room if I wanted to, but then he would turn around and try to sue me with his big fat lawyers and say; Oh! I was just looking for my bands instruments to see if they had gotten on the bus safely when He came out and attacked me! EEK! EEK! . . . Well that's how I imagined it anyway.
"Better be safe than sorry." I said giving him a sly look as I boarded the bus, watching him from the windows as he slowly walked out, giving the Key back to the Driver.
I watched Tala and Bryan come along with Spencer and Tyson not long beside as I seen Daichi had his little grey back-pack, and wondering how I was going to tell him about what I saw Barthez do to his Guitar, I was worried that the poor kid's going to wind up like Ray.
Ottawa; done; now the next round is New York. The Place we were playing at was Madison Square Garden, the biggest Concert Arena I have ever heard of since Michael Jackson performed there, and so where a lot of other Famous people.
Now with nothing interesting that happened, I told Daichi but he examined his Guitar and noticed nothing when I examined it myself, sure enough it was like Barthez never planted anything before. "That Bastard." I muttered, seeing him eyeing me as I winked at him, getting him a little more worked up.
Backstage was big, even there were private changing rooms with every band name labeled on them, with a paper that is, but every once in a while different bands and band members came in for a visit. Tyson and Daichi were and so was her, Hilary. I gave her side-way glances once in a while and she would blush, I even went next to her and Talked to her, but I never noticed their sound technician, Kenny was his name, but I didn't get his last name.
"It was unfortunate Ray got hurt in the last round, but I don't understand why his bass cord snapped," Said Tyson, "I saw him change it, before sound-check."
"It is strange," Kenny said, pulling out his old laptop, which we had laptops back in the nineties, and was tapping his keys fairly quickly like he was on a timer. "I just checked the last taping of the show, and just when I noticed his bass cord snap, I zoomed in a bit more and noticed there was a little spark coming from pick-ups."
Me and Hilary turned from listening to watching the taping we heard the same noise I heard when Ray's cord snapped, seeing the little spark, Kenny played with the key-boards and clicked a little bar that read; Slow Video.
"I also slowed the Video and came up with the rational explanation that thee Bass-Guitar had been tampered with, so . . . like this." He said as Ray was picking the cords as a small wire-sized razor jumped and cut the cords Ray was about to pick and it cut his hard in his arm, creating a spark when the tiny blade hit the cord. Hilary seemed to gasp as so did me and everyone else.
"No Way." Said Tyson, Daichi looked at me as I nodded at the twelve year old.
Max had come in oblivious to what we had saw, "Hey Ty, What I miss?"
Tyson looked at him as he said; "Look at this." Max came up to Kenny's computer as he replayed the footage.
"No Way!" Max gasped, "So that's what happened?" I nodded. Max had a very surprised look on his face.
I feel Hilary tugging me as she got my attention. "Yeah?" I asked.
She gave me this look that made me feel attracted to her, "Let's say we get out of here?" She said.
Thinking I was in a trance thinking I was having another Sex-daydream, I wasn't. "Ok."
On the Balcony of the Madison Square Garden, she told me about herself. She love music which I told her; "That was obvious." Then she started talking about how she met Tyson and Daichi, and how they met too.
"When I first met Tyson, he said he was having the best time of his life from a small town in Canada, and even met a young Singer who was the same age."
"That was me." I said yet again, of course she knew but I remember how good those memories were.
"Yes you," She gave me another smiling glance, how she made my pulse go crazy like we were on the verge of making out, "now we met practically the same way you and him did. In class as I was sitting on the grand-piano, which was the schools, and said; 'hey, you're very good!' then he started talking about how I remind him of how you two met. Then we got together at school the next day and that's when Daichi and his younger class were coming in for a tour.
"About a year later, Daichi was in our music class and he was one hell of a Guitar player for a first year, and the school I went to was sharing the same building as the Elementary and High-School. 'Till then we became The Breakers, but we had to use Kenny, who was my only nerd friend at the time used his computer to record music and used it on a drum-set and then Tyson got out his new album; May Flower, about a few months ago, and now we're here!" She explained. How I couldn't stop staring at her beautiful eyes and how her brown chocolate hair waved in the wind, and also her smile.
"Hey there," Said this voice, me and Hilary looked at where the voice was coming from as it came from this light blue haired boy with a hair-cut similar to Tyson's, "so you two one of the bands here tonight?" he asked.
"Umm. . . We're actually not together, it's just we're from different bands and we're just together talking." Said Hilary turning a little red, this older looking guy seemed like he was in his twenties or he just turned twenty.
"Okay, I was just wondering. By the way; I'm Jin, Jin of the Gale. At least that's my stage name." He said, "I can't reveal my Identity till someone does." he said giving us a wink. "See ya." Was all he said and left.
During the first round of the second battle, Tyson was playing as it was or first time up on stage, and we had enough time to finish the second song which was number three on iTunes.
"Baby! I just can't stand another lonely night,
So Come over and save me, save me from another lonely night!"
I sang as I waved to the audience to get them into it, and the whole audience was following along with us as the song was doing very well for itself. And on right cue, we stopped right on note as Tyson had to join in on his own song, and then back to ours.
The battle was very perspective, round 1; team number one, then onto team number two, round 2; it's team one then it goes on and the audience decides the winner if it came to a tie. Plus there were three rounds for each band.
So far, Tyson had won this battle. I looked at the band as I said to them; "At least we had fun." Then they all nodded and laughed all together saying; Yeah.
"Alright! Round One goes to The Breakers! Round Two to the Blitzkrieg Boys! And Round Three to The Breakers!" DJ Shouted into his Microphone, I thought this was it until DJ had said; "Now! Before anyone moves! I have an announcement. Now we have a special guess, and I've given him some vocal lessons, and that person I'm talking about goes by the name of . . . Jin of the Gale!"
Music blurted out of the speakers' and DJ told us and Tyson's band to stay put on the stage and let the road crew handle our instruments and stuff, and stayed and watch this guy with the same hair-do as Tyson's.
"Are you ready New York?" Said the guy as he was wearing a face mask that only covered his mouth as there were little vents to let his voice through, plus his body brace which looked like armor, but was white, and his black jeans. "I said; Are you ready New York?" he shouted putting his hands up in the air.
"Here we go! Picking' up speed, runnin' out of time.
Goin' head to head, it's our way of life,
You got to fall down, and meet ground,
Is to get back up again.
Everybody! Let's Sing it!" He shouted and walking up to a group of girls on the stage as they had the total screams of love as they though he was dreamy, Then he went going onto his second Verse.
"Spittin' it out, at the Speed of sound,
Gonna rip it up, another bet is down,
With the Team, with the bang,
Our Gang, It's the one that's gonna win!
Here We Go! Let's sing it! Sing It!"
I stood back and looked at this guy, Jin of the Gale song his heart out about singing, which I didn't know that the song was going to be the theme of a hit show my son was going to watch about eight years from then, yet it was based off of my Grandfather's creation; Beyblade.
"Yeah!" He shouted, I looked at Tyson as he looked at Mr. Dickenson who walked right up to him. Jin of the Gale was not far walking beside him with DJ as the whole audience was watching too, and Mr. Dickenson had this somewhat of a look in his eye like he was doing something for Jin.
"Tyson." I heard him say. Tyson had this look on his face that spoke of question and wonderment, thinking if what Jin's doing here was or what Mr. Dickenson wanted.
"Yeah?" Tyson said in question, looking at both Jin and Mr. Dickenson.
"I have something that Jin of the Gale wants to tell you; apparently DJ here has been giving him some vocal lessons since he left, and now Jin is going to be coaching your new team-"
"I'm sorry Mr. D, but I have no clue to what you're talking about?"
"-As I was saying, umm, me and Jin have been planning on this little reunion."
"Reunion?" He said in concern, What Reunion? I thought. Tyson hadn't had a clue as to what was going on here, "What's going on here?" He asked.
Mr. Dickenson looked at Tyson with a frown as he said; "You're telling me you don't know who this is, Tyson?" Tyson shook his head.
"You still don't recognize me, do you Tyson?" Said Jin. Tyson, me and everyone onstage looked at him as Tyson seemed to have a bit of recognition of this Jin guy. "I thought for sure you would have figured it out by now. My Voice, my Mannerisms, but you don't have a clue, do you?" Tyson just shook his head, "Well, do you?"
"No! I seriously don't! I don't know who you are!" Said Tyson, until he seemed to recall something from his memory, like it was a good memory to him, and he suddenly looked deep into his eyes as he gave a short gasp, "Hiro!"
"When Mr. Dickenson asked me to come out and sing, I wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do. It was also why I hid my identity. I had wanted myself to think I made the right decision, and from what I've seen so far; there's no question in my mind, I have."
"Well, I suppose no introductions are necessary, Tyson." Said Mr. Dickenson, "I'm just glad you two are back together."
Jin grabbed a hold of his mask as he lifted it from its snaps and took it off along with his helmet and everything on his head to the same guy I seen with Hilary.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it . . .? Lil' Bro." Said Jin, Tyson had this look of happiness and joy in his eyes as they seemed to be mixed with tears ready to flow from his eyes, as though he seemed to miss him, and yet I had no clue to which this guy was, but Tyson did.
"You?! After all this time, it's you? I can't believe it's you! It's been so long and now you show up? Here?!" Tyson exclaimed as his voice cracked in happiness and sadness of his long lost brother, "I've missed you!"
Jin looked at his little brother; "Tyson!"
Running into his brother's arms as they embraced in a tight hug, with tears running down both of their faces, "Hiro!"
"I've missed you too, 'lil bro, and I can't believe how much you've grown! You've turned into quite the little man, Tyson."
"I missed you big time!" He cried, "This is the best surprise ever!" He looked at his older brother, "So am I good enough?"
"Yes you are." He said, "And I'm proud you took my advice on Vocal practice, I'm really proud of you. Lil bro!"
As though I had forgotten about the audience as they watch the beautiful scene unfold, they all went; "Awe." and slowly came onto cheers and applause.
Yes. Tyson had a long lost brother, and they had reunited once more. I looked at Tala, Bryan and Spencer as they were looking like they were looking at a sad movie, but Tala was the only one with a single tear crawling down his cheek. I looked back as I clapped too, because I had never seen or experienced how Brothers could miss one another.
As I look at the Video of it now on YouTube, I can recall how extraordinary the feeling was, and how Makoto sat in his Uncles lap and how much close friend we all are. I'm proud to say and call Tyson and his Family "My Family" since we now Share a big house together, No not a Mansion, a big one.
"Hard to think this was Fifteen years ago!" I said, Tyson had a smile in his face as he put a hand to my shoulder.
"Yeah." he said, "Now look at what turned out."
Gou and Makoto went off to play out in the back yard as the whole groupie broke up and went about the house as I sit back and play with my Microsoft WordPad, and begin to type in more of my life.
Wait! You though it ends here?! Well take a Tylenol or and Advil and sit back and relax, 'cause this were it just begins.
The Plain trip to Madrid, Spain was tire-some, and not to mention I fell asleep with Hilary on my shoulder as I woke up not to wake her since she was sleeping so peacefully and how she looked so cute and innocent.
"Attention Passengers, we are now landing to our destination, please put your treys in your up-right position and fasten your seat belts. Thank you."
So much for a smooth landing when we hit turbulence and a woman looked at her husband, not to mention she punched out some guy who looked like her boss, and said to her husband who looked scared like a ghost, said; "Steve? I'm ready to Die!" she said with a huge happy smile on her face
Then the captain said; "We are now out of turbulence and will arrive shortly."
The Woman looked distraught and the husband had a once again happy face as she said; "No! This Plain has to Crash! The Gypsy lady told me!"
I laughed and sat back as Hilary woke and missed the scenario, and then we were in Spain!
After me and the Boys loaded on a food stand in the crowd, we made our way to back stage to out dressing room when we heard someone shout; "We're not going to forget about your dirty tricks you've pulled on us!" I looked at Tala as we went to the corner of the hallway and noticed this dude with a high top hair cut that was mahogany red and another with Purple combed hair talking to Miguel, Claude and his Vocal Coach, Barthez.
"Tricks?" Said Barthez, "Do you have any proof to support these Ridiculous Accusations?" Barthez pretending like he hadn't had any clue to what he was saying.
"They're not ridiculous!" Said Mahogany haired rocker looking dude, "We'll make sure that you pay for what the Barthez Battalion did at the European Preliminaries!"
"So serious for one so young," Said Barthez evilly, "Here's some Advice; Get over IT!" Barthez barked. "Now why don't you run along and play. . . Children." Barthez teased as he walked in his office.
Little rocker had a real good temper as I remember it, he looked as though he were going to punch out Barthez; "That Does IT!" He shouted as he was about to jump him, until Claude held an arm in front of him to stop him.
Claude looked at him square in the eye; "Don't even think about it!"
The purple haired teen tensed as he looked at Miguel, and started to growl at him; "Do you guys have any Idea what he's making you do? Is winning all that matters to you? Do you want to be proud of your Stage Performances?" Said the Purple haired guy, I looked closer to the drama as all I was missing was a Soda and a Pop-corn and I was set!
"You whiners don't know what it takes to win, eh?" Said Miguel, who I could tell he was under Barthez's spell and so, was Claude.
"Oh Yeah?" Said little rocker.
"Our entire lives are built around Winning." Said Miguel, "How we do it makes no difference at all! And your opinion means no less." He said walking away into their dressing room next to Barthez's office.
"For your sake," Claude said, "I hope this is the last that we see of you. . . So long . . . For now." He said as he followed Miguel. Leaving the Purple haired guy and the little rocker dude alone in the hallway, until me and the boys heard a familiar voice call out.
"Robert?" Said Tyson as he was passing by with his gang, Robert turned and seen Tyson as he was surprised to see him.
"Tyson?"
This was where things got heated up, and this was sure me and the band were getting into serious things with this Barthez Battalion, but mainly their Vocal Coach . . . or their Master Mind of Idiocy. This was going to be fun and a very interesting BBA Match!
(A/N; Recognize that? It's just getting started! So what do you think of this now? Tell me in the Review, and I will give you a cybernetic hug! Ooh!
This fic is also dedicated to Bryan Adams; For his inspiring song, which is the title of the fic 'This Side of Paradise'. Secondly Dedicated to my fav author and second inspiration for writing and Stage Performing and picking up the Guitar; Feeling Glayish; FF Author of "Tyson to a Different Tune" which to me got me going on the Guitar! Thank you Glay!
I know I keep on mentioning it, but hey! Thirdly and it's thanks to you guys, you're such a good audience!
It's Review Time! Later!)
Songs used so far; Bryan Adams
"Heaven"
"Remember"
"Lonely Nights"
"This Side of Paradise"
OTHER ARTIST'S Songs;
"Beyblade Theme Song" - Remix by Me
"If You're Not In It For Love (I'm Outta Here!)" - Shania Twain
(What Song do you want any band to sing? Post it on the Review!)