A/N: Hi everyone!
Sorry for the delay on uploading this chapter! My creativeness and the ability to write a chapter that I think is interesting and worth being put onto the internet is sadly diminishing. I really hope that you think this chapter is worth your while though! I hope I made up for it, because this is the longest chapter I've ever written in my life! :D
I do not own "Person's Magazine" if it's an actual magazine. I didn't think it was so I used it. If it is, I am a disclaimer.
Also, I'm messing with the girl's talents, so don't kill me!
I don't own God Damn, You're Beautiful by Chester See or Together by Demi Lovato ft. Jason Derulo. I am a disclaimer. Everything goes to their record companies as to who owns it. I don't :)
All lyrics in this fanficiton came from Lyrics Mode dot com and the Lyric Wikia app.
"Come on, Sakura-chan. You know you want an ice cream. My treat. Don't be mad at me!" laughed Tomoyo, pouting at me.
I crossed my arms, giving her an exasperated look. "Tomo-chan, you have to stop showing my baby pictures to everyone! Please! My childhood isn't something that I'd like to be mocked about by the best band in the world!" I sighed.
She smiled fondly at me and then absentmindedly, she rubbed the necklace around her neck. The silver necklace that hung around her neck was one that I suddenly saw her wearing one day. She had shown it to me with a bright grin on her face, telling me that Eriol had gotten it for her. It was a gorgeous necklace. With a pure silver chain, it showcased a gorgeous diamond heart embedded around the edges with smaller diamonds, all different colors, giving it a rainbow-like appearance.
"That necklace really is pretty." I said, smiling at it. Her eyes widened, looking down at the diamond heart as if she hadn't known what she was doing (since she probably didn't) and smiled fondly at it. I honestly couldn't stop myself from feeling jealous of her. Syaoran was still being rather cold to me.
"I know, right? I couldn't believe it when he gave it to me." she said, breathlessly, turning to look at it from different angles. "It's unbelievable. If this is a dream, I really hope I don't wake up."
I laughed, as we walked down the street, heading towards a magazine stand. "Relax, Tomoyo, it's not a dream."
She smiled, "That's what I like to hear. And an- whoa. Sakura, why are you on that magazine?"
I frowned, looking at my best friend. "What are you talking about? What magazine? I'm not on a magazine."
She was staring right at the latest issue of Person magazine, the most popular gossip magazine in Japan. I started running towards the stand when I saw the cover, and my mouth fell open. I didn't know how to react to it. Was I happy? Afraid? Mad? I wasn't sure.
On the front cover, there showed a picture of me in Syaoran's arms. I recognized it to be from the time that he had saved me from getting hit by a car. The headline broadcasted: "Does Li Syaoran have a girlfriend?"
Tomoyo grabbed a copy and quickly set some money on the counter before she dashed in the opposite direction.
"Where are you going?" I asked, following her quickly.
She looked at me with a slight smile as her eyes were filled with amusement. "We need to show it to the boys. Particularly Li-kun."
The door slammed open as Tomoyo hurried in, with me following closely after.
Eriol looked up. "Tomoyo? What's wrong?"
The entire band was huddled on the couch, looking at Tomoyo. She cleared her throat, opened the magazine, and read aloud: "Does Li Syaoran have a girlfriend?"
Syaoran's eyes widened as he looked at the cover, but he didn't say a word until Tomoyo finished reading the small article.
"'What's this? The heartthrob, Li Syaoran from SETS, or as we like to call him, 'Mr. Single' was caught with some unknown brown-eyed girl in Japan. He has never been known to have had a girlfriend before, and has turned down major stars like Kina Washiwara! What's with this rather plain looking girl that has sparked our Wolf's interest? They have not been confirmed to be a couple yet, and sources report that this girl has never been spotted with SETS before. Who is this random girl?'"
The reactions, I must admit, were pretty funny.
Tomoyo frowned at the paper. "Sakura is –not- plain looking."
Eriol's mouth dropped open with surprise, as he stared at the headline. It appeared that he was still trying to comprehend what the article was talking about.
Takashi pointed his finger at Syaoran and then at me. Then Syaoran. Then me. He pointed between us back and forth, snickering loudly. Eriol slapped his hand down, giving him a dirty look.
Shiiro's reaction was the calmest, as he whipped out his cell phone, pressed a few numbers, and held it to his ear. "Hello, Terada? Hey, it's Shiiro." At first, I was wondering how he could be calling someone at a moment like this, but then I realized Terada was the band's publicist as well.
Honestly, my only reaction was: "You turned down Kina Washiwara?"
Syaoran's reaction was like full on fury. He snatched the magazine from Tomoyo, his eyes scanning the paper, as if he was double checking, or confirming that Tomoyo wasn't just messing with him. His lips drew up in a snarl as he finished reading. "WHAT THE HELL."
There was silence after Syaoran shouted. Shiiro broke the silence first. "Yep, that was Syaoran, Terada. No, he isn't pleased."
Takashi chuckled, crossing his arms, muttering something to Eriol. I caught the words, "Syaoran", "Sakura", and "be suspicious", but I couldn't string them together to make sense.
Eriol laughed before he cleared his throat. His face turned serious as Syaoran gave the two of them what I call, the "Death Glare".
Shiiro hung up the phone, and sat quietly before speaking to us again. "Terada is going to talk to the editors. We can't really do anything about it, though."
"Sakura is –not- plain!" repeated Tomoyo, still frowning. "I'm her designer. I take that as a personal insult."
"Then, love, we'll make her obviously not plain." chuckled Eriol, standing up and slinging his arm around her shoulder. "You know, the band and I have thought about something, Sakura-chan. You know 'The Saltwater Room' topped the charts?"
I gasped. "It did? I knew it! It's so catchy, I was sure it would've!"
Shiiro spoke this time. "Yes, but it has gained the most official reviews that we've ever had about a song. The majority of them were about you, Sakura-chan."
Takashi chipped in. "So we got a lot of calls and we talked to Terada, and basically-"
"-We're offering you a contract deal. With us." finished Eriol, grinning.
Syaoran was still scowling, as if he was unable to get over the magazine. I didn't remember ever seeing much gossip about Syaoran, so I suppose hitting the tabloids was annoying to him. Either that, or he seriously did not want the world to think that he and I was a couple.
Shiiro seemed to read my mind. "Relax, Sakura. Syaoran's only mad because he always tries so hard to stay out of the tabloids, and this time, he's hit the front page. Don't take it personally."
I shook my head, clearing away any negative thoughts. Was this real life? My absolute favorite band in the world...was offering me a record deal? I was speechless with joy. After a long pause, I stuttered a very unintelligent reply. "I-I-I...W-Well of course! I can't believe this is actually happening!"
"AH!" squealed Tomoyo, her eyes sparkling. She clasped her hands together, staring at me with bright eyes, speaking quickly in her soft voice. "This is a dream come true for you, isn't it Sakura-chan? You know, it'd be a dream come true for me if you would let me continue designing your clothes for any public appearances, concerts, or music videos that might occur in the future." she said, taking my hands, still starry-eyed.
I smiled, sweatdropping slightly. "Of course, Tomoyo, you know that neither you or I would let someone else design my clothes."
"Oh, this is perfect," she breathed. "And once Chiharu gets back, she'll be so surprised to hear!"
"Where is Chiharu-chan?" asked Takashi, perking up.
"She's at dance practice." replied Tomoyo, with a nod.
"Oh, that's right, she started a new hip hop class, yes?" I asked, turning to Tomoyo.
"That's right." she nodded.
"Is she any good?" asked Shiiro, turning to us lazily, his phone still tightly in his hands.
"She's been taking dance classes since she was little, so I'd say so." I replied, confused as to why Shiiro was curious.
"Good. You'll need a choreographer, and Meilin is ours." he said, with a slight chuckle.
"Meilin-chan is your choreographer?" I asked, amazed.
"That's right." said a voice from the door. I turned just as Meilin did a side shuffle into the room with a smug sort of grin. "Congrats, Miss Kinomoto, about the record deal."
"Thank you. But wait, what about my debt I have to the band?" I asked, frowning. "Is the record deal adding more to the debt?"
"It's the opposite. We'll take the amount you owe us from your song sales." said Eriol, crossing his arms with a slight grin. "So you don't need to worry."
"Oh by the way, you might want to find a song writer within the next couple days, because your first gig is next Saturday with us at the Kyoko Theatre downtown. We have a big concert then, and that's where your debut is." said Shiiro, absentmindedly.
My mouth dropped, and I started panicking. "What? Next Saturday? Today's Monday! I-I...how am I supposed to get a song done by then?"
"You can get a song writer." pointed out Takashi.
"Out of the question. Sakura disapproves of the whole 'someone else writing her song for her' idea." said, Tomoyo, planting her hands on her hips.
"Then she'll have to write it."
"I have to write a song in 5 days?"
"Pretty much." said Shiiro, not looking up.
"When was this decided? You could've told me!"
"It was on short-notice for us as well, Sakura. But the catch is that it can be a duet. I suggest you duet with Syaoran?" said Eriol, nodding towards the amber-haired boy who was still fuming about the magazine article.
Syaoran hadn't said a word at all, but once he was mentioned he glared at Eriol, then me, then Eriol again, then finally back to me. He sighed and threw the article onto the table, crossing his arms. He looked away as he replied hesitantly. "I can help you start on a duet idea for us."
My cheeks flushed immediately, but I took a deep breath, and smiled calmly. "Thank you, Syaoran. I would appreciate it a lot."
He stood up, and stuck his hands in the pockets of his cargo shirt as he trudged into the instrument room, turning to look at me at the last second, jerking his head into the room before disappearing into it.
Takashi laughed as I stood up. "Don't have too much fun in there and do not do anything naughty." he called after me with a wink.
I shot him a look as he grinned childishly at me. I didn't say anything, for Syaoran took the words out of my mouth.
"SHUT UP, YAMAZAKI." he called from the other room just as I reached the door. I entered, hearing Takashi's chuckle and Tomoyo's soft giggle before I shut the door behind me.
Syaoran sat lazily in one of the chairs in the back, his hands placed behind his head, flattening his messy brown locks.
"Sit." he said, as he kicked a chair towards me.
I sat down obediently and looked around the room, picking up a guitar that sat against the wall. He raised an eyebrow at me. "That's an extremely valuable guitar. Are you sure you want to be holding it?" he asked, leaning towards me. His face showed no emotion, other than his eyes that had a hint of a teasing look in them. I wasn't sure.
My lips formed an "o" shape as I quickly handed him the guitar. "You're right."
"Don't think that I still don't trust you, Kinomoto. I was kidding." he said, handing it back to me. "So. What ideas do you have?"
We spent the rest of the afternoon in the instrument room: a guitar in Syaoran's lap and a notepad and pen in my hands, with a laptop placed on a table near the two of us. As we were working, I realized Syaoran changed. He was gentle, other than when he was trying to figure out what chords would be best to use for certain parts of the song. Even so, when he was frustrated, he was still adorable. Every time, he would scowl, and ruffle his already messy hair, strumming a few different chords before his eyes lit up and he clicked something on his laptop. It was the same routine every time he was annoyed.
We actually worked until 8 that night, and once we emerged from the instrument room, we found the office to be deserted.
"Figures. The guys usually leave around 7 at latest on a day when we aren't working on anything big." mumbled Syaoran as he stretched his arms out.
"Apparently. It would've been nice if they told us though." I grumbled, frowning since Tomoyo was my ride home. I sighed. I had to walk back.
"Well we were busy. The guys know better than to interrupt me when I'm here. Besides, we got a lot done today. I'll ask the guys to help in finishing the background track, and we can lay down some vocals tomorrow."
I turned to him, about to thank him for his help when a loud roaring sound interrupted us. I blushed, covering my stomach with my hands. "Sorry! I didn't eat much today, and I didn't realize I was hungry earlier!"
A hint of a smile cracked upon his lips, shaking his head. "You're still the same af-" he started, freezing suddenly. His smile disappeared and his eyebrows furrowed. "I mean, I'll treat you to a late dinner then."
I was surprised. He wanted to have dinner with me? Now? "N-No! You don't have to do that!"
"Well, I want to." he said, looking down at me, from the 6 inches of height that he had over me. "Wait a minute."
He turned to a cabinet, opening the bottom drawer, handing me a pink baseball hat.
"Put it on." he instructed, placing another baseball cap on his messy brown hair securely.
"Uhm, why?" I asked, holding the hat in my hands with a frown.
"We're going into public. You were on the front page of s magazine. People still might recognize you." he said, taking the hat from my fingers, pulling it tightly onto my head. His fingers lingered on the bill of the hat before he stepped away, opening the door for me. "What are you hungry for?"
"Oh, anything," I replied, stepping out of the office, flicking the light switch to turn out the lights. "When I get hungry, I'll really eat anything at all, so it's your choice."
He closed the door behind him and checked his watch. "Most of the fancy restaraunt places will be closing within an hour or so...I guess we could go-"
"No!" I said, loudly and suddenly. Syaoran turned to look at me, lowering his arm with an amused look. "I meant that I didn't want to go anywhere fancy."
"Then what do you propose?" he asked, frowning.
I frowned, extending a long, slender digit and tapped my chin. "Well, what if we just bought an American style burger at the sandwich shop nearby? It'll be easiest." I nodded.
He looked at me, surprised, "Really?"
"Really. But I guess you don't go to smaller places since you're probably more used to eating fancy all the time." I said, blushing as I rubbed the back of my neck.
"I haven't been to the sandwich shop that you're referring to. but I've been to other shops. I was just surprised because...because I hadn't done it in a while." he said, nodding. He slid his hands back into his pockets and looked at me.
"Well, that sandwich shop is really good, I can assure you." I said, with a smile. Syaoran looked at me and smiled slightly back before he turned his eyes back to the path in front of him.
We walked the rest of time in silence. I really couldn't think of anything to say to him, and he didn't seem like he wanted to talk either. It wasn't until we actually reached the sandwich shop that he spoke to me. "Why'd you choose this place?"
I looked at him, surprised. "This place has always been my favorite sandwich shop."
"There are other shops that are just as good, or better in Tomoeda." he pointed out, raising his eyebrows at me.
"I don't think so," I said, shaking my head. "This shop has been here since I was a little girl, and the owner was always so sweet to me and my family.
"You know," I said, suddenly remembering. "I used to come here as a little kid with my friends and we'd get free sandwiches." I laughed.
He nodded as he held the door for me and we walked in.
Suoh-san, or Mr. Suoh, the owner of the shop, was an elderly man who had an incredible memory and kind heart. I liked him quite a lot for that reason. He smiled at me when he spotted me.
"Ah, Sakura-chan! I was wondering when I'd see you again." he smiled, kindly, as he wiped his hands on his green apron, adjusting his spectacles as he leaned over the counter towards Syaoran and I. "What have you been up to? You haven't stopped in for a while."
"Sorry, Suoh-san, my life has turned...crazy these past weeks." I said, with an apologetic smile. "But I've been given a record deal!"
His eyes brightened. "That's lovely news, Sakura-chan. I'm so happy to hear that."
"Yes! And it's all thanks to Syaoran!" I said, smiling, as I gestured to him.
Syaoran bowed slightly from the mention, nodding to the older man. "Hello."
Suoh-san turned to Syaoran-kun for the first time, and his eyes suddenly widened. "Ah, you've grown up!"
I furrowed my eyebrows. What? They knew each other? Syaoran told me he hadn't been here before.
"I heard you were big in the social media," continued Suoh-san. "Well, actually I saw one of my customers left a magazine here and you were the front page. It was rather surprising!" he chuckled.
"Wait a minute," I said, interrupting him. "You know Syaoran-kun? How do you know him? Syaoran said he hadn't come here before."
"Yes, you must be mixing me up with someone else." said Syaoran, rather stiffly.
"Nonsense." said Suoh-san, staring at Syaoran intensely. "I remember quite a few things and I remember this young man coming into my shop with a little girl 10 or more years ago. He even bowed the same way as he did just now! You know," said Suoh-san, straightening his glasses, "That little girl might've been-"
"I'm sure you've gotten me mixed up with someone else, Suoh-sama." interrupted Syaoran, flatly. Suoh-san look at him strangely until a look of understanding flickered in his eyes. He nodded as he wiped his hands on his apron.
"Perhaps I did get it wrong. Anyway, what can I get you kids today?" he asked, smiling.
"We'll have two of your American specials." I said, holding up two fingers.
"Of course, Sakura-chan. In celebration for your new record deal, it's on the house for the two of you." he said kindly. "I'm so glad for you."
"Thank you so much." I smiled, bowing. His eyes twinkled as I led Syaoran to a table by the window. Syaoran tugged the baseball cap further down over his eyes, sighing.
I looked at him as I sat down, setting my hands in my lap. "Wasn't that weird? How Suoh-san thought he had seen you before?" I asked, looking at him.
"Really strange." he agreed, propping his arm up on the table, resting his chin on his palm.
Our food came and mainly we ate in silence. I took a deep breath once we were both finished. I needed to ask.
"Hey...Syaoran? Could you tell me what that girl was like? The girl from your childhood?" I asked, slowly and hesitantly.
He looked at me warily. "Why do you want to know?"
I shrugged and he sighed. "She was a really klutzy girl and got herself into trouble all the time. Sometimes she was more of a boy than a girl. She was really dense, immature and insane." he said, looking rather downcast.
I raised an eyebrow at him. Why'd he like her then?
"But, she also had this part of her...that just made me happy. She was so dense but it was cute. She was really forgetful too. Whenever she smiled, I remembered that I loved it so much, I'd do whatever I could to make her smile last." he said, smiling absentmindedly.
His smile was so full of happiness and fondness that my heart sank slightly. "Wow, you really like that girl." I noted. "Have you seen her? After the time when you were little."
He glanced over at me and then looked away. "Yeah. She doesn't know I like her though, so it's not like it matters."
I frowned. "What do you mean? Of course it matters!" I took a deep breath. "If you really like this girl, she needs to know! You can't hide your feelings about it forever or she'll be taken before you know it!"
He smiled slightly. "Huh. I never thought of it like that."
"Well you should." I said, frowning. "You can't always be shy! Sometimes you have to put yourself out there!" I sighed and looked at him. "So that's why...I should probably tell you that I like you. I really do."
His eyes widened slightly, but he didn't say anything as he waited for me to finish.
"At first you really were my celebrity crush, but after I really got to know you, and despite everything that's happened, I think I really do like you. For you." I said, exhaling. "But I know...there's that girl you like. I respect that, and I want you to get her. You sound like you really like her, so I won't stand in your way. I'll move on, I promise." I said, smiling.
He was silent for a few more moments before he looked at me. "Sakura...about that girl...you kno-"
"Excuse me?" interrupted a voice. Both of our heads snapped towards the voice, wide eyed and surprised. A girl about 16 or 17 stood in front of our table, fidgeting nervously. She was looking at Syaoran. "Um...this may be a strange question, but are you Li Syaoran?"
"Ah...yes, but keep it a secret, can you?" he said, smiling broadly as he gave the girl a wink.
She squealed and blushed madly. I knew how she must've been feeling. "Oh, of course! C-Could I get a picture and an autograph? If you aren't too busy?"
"Absolutely." he said. He posed sweetly as the girl leaned in to take a photo with him and he signed his name on her napkin with a flourish. He gave her a warm smile as she thanked him and walked off, looking as if she was radiating happiness.
"You're a totally different person around your fans, Syaoran-kun." I teased, as we stood up, heading out the door. "You're a lot nicer." I said, nudging him playfully.
"The guys joke that I'm an angel around the press but a demon around those who are close to me." he said, smiling thoughtfully.
"Well I'd agree." I huffed, teasing him.
"Har Har. Now how are you getting home?" he asked. "Is your car at the office?"
"Erm, no, Tomoyo was supposed to be my ride back, but it's not a big deal. I'll walk." I nodded.
"Your place is a 30 minute walk from here." he noted, raising an eyebrow. "Someone could come and molest you or something."
I frowned. "I'd like to continue being optimistic and assume nothing like that will happen."
"I'll drive you." he offered, already heading back in the direction of the office.
"N-No! It's alright, I don't mind walking! Honest!" I said, blushing.
"I insist. Quit whining, Kinomoto. I'm driving you back." he said, without turning around. I sighed, following him quickly.
Our ride home was pleasant. Syaoran smiled a lot more around me and spoke to me much more than he had done before. It made me feel incredibly happy. It was hard to explain.
I was almost disappointed when he pulled up in the driveway. He turned to look at me. "I'll see you tomorrow then. Thanks for the great dinner suggestion." he said, with a smile.
"No, not at all! Thank you for driving me back!" I said, unbuckling my seat belt.
"Ah Sakura?" he asked, looking at me. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you."
My face erupted into flames. My mind was foggy as I clambered out of his car and back into my home. As soon as I shut the door, I sat down with my back to the door and pulled out my cellphone, hitting speed dial "one".
"Hello? Tomoyo? You aren't going to believe this."
The rest of the week went by extremely quickly. Most of it was just preparation for the concert on Saturday. Tomoyo messing with a outfit design, Chiharu moping about the lack of dance steps necessary for the song Syaoran and I were performing, and a lot of test runs.
As for Syaoran, he still was nicer and sweeter to me, but he seemed to had completely ignored the kiss. I felt like I was overreacting. He kissed your -cheek- Sakura! That's not that big! He kissed you once on the lips before! Even though he was drunk...
So by the time Saturday actually came, we had ran through the entire concert at least 5 times. I was almost sick of it. But nonetheless, the butterflies in my stomach fluttered as Tomoyo helped me into my dress on that Saturday afternoon.
She had spent a long time on it, fussing about the design and fabric and all that. She told me there was no way anyone would call me plain after this.
"Tomoyo, I'm going to fail."
"You aren't going to fail, Sakura-chan." said Tomoyo, straightening my dress. It was a cream colored, flowy dress that had bottom hem that extended as it went behind me, like a "high-low hem" fashion, she had told me. It wasn't extremely fancy in style, but Tomoyo knew it made me look better than if it was a dress with sequins and lace plastered all over it.
"Yes, Sakura, you'll do fine." chirped Chiharu, as she pulled my long hair into the curling iron, giving me soft waves.
"But what if I fail and everyone hates me?" I whined.
"Don't whine, you'll ruin your make up." reminded Tomoyo, strictly but teasingly. "Besides you'll do excellently. I know it. Syaoran will be there too."
"Hey!" called Takashi, bursting into the room. He grinned at me. "Looking lovely, Sakura-chan. Syaoran's going on with Eriol and Shiiro right now. Come watch." he laughed, motioning me to head towards the stage. It wasn't extremely easy to walk in the heels Tomoyo had threw me into but I managed as I peeked over at the stage where Syaoran stood at the mic, Eriol and Shiiro behind him. Eriol carried a violin, which he had perched on his shoulders as Shiiro placed his long finger over the keys of the grand piano.
Shiiro started off with a beautiful accompaniment, and Eriol played the ringing melody. It sounded absolutely perfect.
"What song is this?" I whispered.
"It's called 'God Damn, You're Beautiful'." whispered Takashi in reply.
Syaoran picked up his mic, licked his lips and sang softly but clearly.
On the days I can't see your eyes,
I don't even want to, open mine.
On the days I can't see your smile,
Well I'd rather sit, wait the while.
For the days I know you'll be near,
'Cause a day without you, it just isn't fair.
See the days I can hear you voice,
I'm left without a choice.
'Cause I get weak in the knees,
Fall head over heels baby,
And every other cheesy cliche'.
Yes I'm swept off my feet,
Oh my heart skips a beat.
But there's really only one thing to say.
God damn you're beautiful to me,
You're everything, yeah that's beautiful
Yes to me, Ohhh
I can't find the words to explain,
Just how much you got me going insane.
When you speak to me sometimes we'll find,
Oh I stutter my words, I say never mind.
'Cause even when you just walk by,
Well I look around to seem occupied.
'Cause I'm trying so hard to hide,
Yeah, all of these feelings inside.
'Cause I get weak in the knees,
Fall head over heels baby,
And every other cheesy cliche'.
Ohh I'm swept off my feet,
My heart skips a beat.
But there's really only one thing to say.
God damn you're beautiful to me, Ohhh
You're everything, Yeah, that's beautiful
Yes to me, Ohhh
Yes to me, Ohhh
Yeah you're beautiful...
Yeah you're beautiful...
God damn, you're beautiful,
To me,
To me.
I couldn't help but applaud madly as he finished. It was really, the most beautiful song that I had ever heard in my life.
The crowd seemed to agree as they cheered loudly. All of the boys came off stage and they grinned at me.
"Taka, go announce. Good luck, Kinomoto-san." smiled Shiiro.
I took a deep breath as I heard Takashi's voice come over the speakers. "Next, the SETS new artist, Sakura Kinomoto featuring Li Syaoran, singing 'Together'!"
The crowd cheered as I stepped on stage. Suddenly, I wasn't even nervous at all. I felt at home here. I felt comfortable.
The metallic chords started as I raised the microphone to my lips, closing my eyes.
Remember love
Remember you and me
Remember everything we shared, on this planet when we cared
Remember hearts
Remember unity
Remember laughing neighbors, without expecting favors
I opened my eyes and smiled as I started adding actions to my singing.
Why be afraid, to make an honest mistake
If you acknowledge the pain, and you wanna change
You can get through anything
The music paused for half a second as the chorus blasted through the speakers. I smiled, loving the feeling of being a performer.
Do you remember at all?
People walking hand in hand
Can we feel that love again?
Can you imagine it all?
If we all could get along
Then we all could sing this song together
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Singin'
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Syaoran stepped on stage for his part, dressed in a leather jacket, a black shirt, dark blue jeans, and black sneakers, totally countering my own attire. The crowd screamed when he made his appearance, and to be honest, I wanted to as well. He looked at me when he sang, approaching me playfully.
Look at me, look at you
Now look at me again, see we're not so different
Look around, what do you see?
With throwing things outside our window, we don't care to keep it clean
I had a dream, beauty was only skin deep
And if we all just believe, that it's all we need
Nothing else can set you free
I came in again with the chorus, belting it out as Syaoran tried to get the crowd going, and pumped up. He added his own ornaments in as I sang the main chorus. It sounded beautiful.
Do you remember at all?
People walking hand in hand
Can we feel that love again?
Can you imagine it all?
If we all could get along
Then we all could sing this song together
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Singin'
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I turned the crowd with shrugged shoulders, singing a line of advice.
If we could throw away the hate, and make love last another day
Don't give up just for today, life would be so simple
Syaoran countered my part, with a grin.
And they may talk about us, but they will never stop us
He walked over, and took my hand tightly in his as we sang the next line in perfect harmony.
We'll keep, singin'
We continued the song, adding in ornaments and extra parts and countermelodies into the original chorus, our eyes never leaving each other's.
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
Come on we'll keep singin'
(Singin'
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
Do you remember at all?
People walking hand in hand
Can we feel that love again?
Can you imagine it all?
If we all could get along
Then we all could sing this song together
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Come on, come on, come on, singin'
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
Come on, come on, come on
Hold your hand of your neighbor
Singin'
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
Come on, singin' with me
Singin'
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
The crowd shrieked and roared with thunderous applause. Syaoran took my hand and we bowed together, grinning. "Thank you all! Have a good night!" he called, as the curtain fell. Once it did, he grinned at me.
I couldn't control myself. I shrieked and hugged him tightly. "YES!"
"Whoa, did Syaoran propose to you or something?" chuckled Takashi's voice, as he approached us, laughing. "Good job, you two."
"Sakura-chan!" called Tomoyo, as she hurried over to hug me. "That was beyond stunning, and I was able to catch it all on camera! This is a dream come true!" she smiled, as Chiharu came up behind her, holding a bouquet of flowers. She handed them to me with a bright grin.
"Marvelous job, Sakura!" she laughed, hugging me.
I laughed happily. I couldn't believe it! I did it!
"Good job, Sakura." came a low voice. I didn't recognize it at first but once I turned to hear the speaker, I gasped.
"Haru?"
A/N: Aaaaaah I'm bringing a character in!
And Haru will be a guy. What role do you think he plays? :D
Please review! I really love to hear what you guys have to say!
I'll see you all sooner than before with the next chap!
Love,
Cherri
