Chapter 11: She's so high

She's blood, flesh and bone

No tucks or silicone

She's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound

But somehow I can't believe

That anything should happen

-Tal Backman (She's so High)


There were stares and whispers from every side, that is what usually tends to happen when a foreigner arrives in Osaka. It didn't help that he had two large dents for eyes, blue hair, and loomed over 90% of the population. 2D and Mr. Kyuzo followed to horde of people to the carousel. Various luggages tumbled in from a whole in a while and began their dance in a circular motion. The singer spotted his quickly; it was a large black suit case with I [heart] Yoko stickers all over. He tried his best to carry the bulky object on his own; he did, but as a result he fell to the floor.

"2D-san?"

The blue haired singer looked up to see a young Japanese man looking at him curiously. His hair was light brown and hung near his shoulders, "My name is Toshi," he extended a hand in his direction, "I will be your translator while you are in Osaka"

2D gladly accepted the hand and was able to get his feet back on the floor. He bowed to Toshi graciously and walked out of the congested air port with his back pack and suit case in tow. His translator led them to a small green car in the air port parking lot.

"here allow me to get that" The trunk sprung open and Toshi managed to get everything in faster than if 2D were to do it.

2D stared out the window excitedly as they drove on the highway. The bright lights were even more amazing up close!

"When's the photoshoot?"

Toshi eyes were glued to the heavy traffic, "tomorrow morning"

2D made an ugly face, "augh I 'ate wohkin in mohnins" He sat with his arms crossed like a ten year old child.

"Are you excited to be working with Q1?"

"Q1? You mean she's doing this shoot too?"

"Yeah, you didn't know? By the way I heard she's singing at a club a few minutes away from your hotel, do you wanna see it?"

Well he's never seen a Japanese performer live so he agreed happily.

He felt the heavy bass pump stronger and stronger as they got closer to the building. There was a line of people that seem to stretch to the sea.

"Woah, it's packed" 2D's never seen a club this packed in his life.

"Of course it is" Toshi rolled his eyes, "Q1 is one of the biggest Icons in the continent. Everyone wants to see her perform" He pulled the singer to the front of line. Even though 2D didn't understand a lot of Japanese he could understand the groans and trash talking from the people behind him. Toshi talked to a large heavy set bouncer at the door. While talking he pointed to 2D singer felts his knobby knees knock together. The bouncer gave an emotionless nod and ushered the duo in without any problems.

"Err, wot did yew tell 'im and did yew say Gorillaz?"

Toshi smirked mischievously, "You're a celebrity 2D-san, you get special treatment, no matter what country you're in"

Loud techno music blared of all ends and seemed to control the audience like puppets. Their bodies energetically swayed to the beats. It was a total different experience than a European club. He couldn't really understand why though. Yeah, the Asians seemed to be more energetic, but there was an overall feeling that he just couldn't put his finger on.

Suddenly all the lights and the music were shut off.

Screams of terror and yelps of concern compensated for the absence of the heart pumping music. An eerie sound exploded out of the speakers, first soft and then it crescendoed in a matter of seconds.

WANT

YOU!

WANNA BE A DREAM MAKA!

WANNA BE A DREAM MAKA

Everyone's attention was on the stage. Screams of acclaim and hysteria blared out of the crowd as flood lights revealed the cause of all the chaos. There were two people on stage, one male, one female. The male looked kind of tall. His auburn hair was half tied up messily on the back with bangs that parted near the middle and shielded both of his eyes. He dressed like an anti-Murdoc well from phase one anyway. Despite the summer weather, dark blue jeans with a hole at the knee and long sleaved white shirt. Instead of the inverted rubber crucifix, a silver metal one hung in its place.

The female on the other hand was another story. She was a petite Japanese woman with hair as dark as this font. It was also in a half pony tail, but the tied area spiked out from the sides chaotically but still maintained balance of her round face. Her eyes were rare emerald gems that shined brightly from the stage. One was hidden behind her fringed bangs while the other stood out amazingly against the silver eye shadow. A white halter style vest with silver embellishments accented the black shirt that hung from the sides of her shoulders casually and hugged each and every one of her curves carefully. To add it all together she also wore a pair of dark blue jeans with a pair of knee high boots.

She was absolutely stunning

The young man powerfully grabbed a black microphone from his back pocket while his partner pulled the silver mic stand in her direction with a large tug and smirked precariously. She opened her mouth to release the melody from deep inside.

Waiting 4 the dreams

[Japanese that to 2D didn't understand]

That voice was stunning! She looked like a rock star but her voice was....her voice was.... almost angelic. The blue haired man stood with his mouth agape, he didn't notice the young Japanese couple screaming in excitement next to him, he was under the spell of the woman on stage. The song was a dramatic mix of techno and rock. The elements were great but the delivery was amazing. The man and the woman on stage harmonized brilliantly, but that wasn't what the most incredible thing about the performance. The woman had a hardcore vocal range that hit a series of insane high notes. The crowd erupted in high acclamation. Props were obviously due.

LET ME SHOUT!

[More Japanese]

The man suddenly grabbed the mike and rapped hastily in Japanese and English to the beat. It was quick and strange but it somehow matched the song.

Shout to the soul
Shout to the sugar
Shout to the trigger
wanna Be A Dream maka!

The dark haired woman began to sing once more. It seemed for an instance her eyes met his across the club. They seemed to stay there not really believing at what she saw, then again it probably was his imagination. Her partner repeated the English words of his rap in the background in a rondo formation. The energy continued to build up and the performers were showing it. They jumped up and down with one arm extended to the sky. It seemed that the audience was also under their spell as they followed suit

The last note of her part faded into the abyss while the brown haired man continued to rap. Together the belted into their mics with high adrenaline as they continued to jump simultaneously.

WANNA BE A DREM MAKA!

WANNA BE A DREAM MAKA!

Cannons on the sides of the stage hurled a mass of glitter into the audience with a heavy boom. The crowd ruptured in screams and applause. The performers both bowed on the stage with pleased smiles and thanked their audience.

"2D-san?" Toshi placed his hand on the model's shoulder, "I think it may be best to get to your hotel now, it is getting quite late don't you think?"

2D didn't want to leave he wanted to stay and watch her sing much more. Toshi shook his head and told him that she was only going to do one song. Besides she needed to wake up early for the shoot as well. The blue haired man was beaten he followed his translator out of the club and headed to his hotel.

Toshi told him that he would pick him up around 7:30 in the morning, that would give him about 7 or 6 hours is he was lucky, but he wasn't. 2D's thoughts were focused on the woman on stage, according to Toshi that was Q1. She was stunning! She had this commanding presence that could not be ignored. To think in a matter of hours he would be working with her! The blood rushed to his cheeks, he couldn't get her out of his head. Eventually he managed to fall asleep. After what seemed like only a few minutes, a loud banging interrupted his sleep.

"2D-San!" Toshi fumed outside the door, "you're going to be late!" 2D frantically jumped out of the bed and pulled the alarm clock close to his face.

8:15!?!?!??!

He had to be at the venue at 8:30, there was no time! His clothes flew off his body at great speeds as he searched for something clean. He could smell the cigarettes and sweat in his hair, FUCK! No time to shower. By 8:18 he and Toshi bolted out down the hotel room toward his car outside.

"Augh, my 'air smells gross!" 2D whined. Toshi probably broke at least three traffic violations, but hey who was counting?

"If you would've woken up on time-" Toshi drifted through a group of cars on the highway, "we wouldn't have this problem would we?"

"I thought yew were gonna come at 7:45?" the singer accused hastily.

"I did-" the translator spat out flatly.

Usually 2D was the one to be woken up by pretty much anything, whether it be a horde of mindless zombies or his own stomach. It was strange that he didn't hear the knocking. Toshi had one arm on the wheel while the other fiddled his messenger bag impatiently. He tossed a small bottle of baby shampoo in the singer's direction.

"Wash your hair with that and use the bottle of water in the cup holder"

"Wot? But wheh am I going to do it?"

Toshi rolled his eyes curtly as he mumbled something in Japanese, "you're wearing a seatbelt, stick your head out the window"

2D looked absolutely terrified at the inane notion, "but isn't that dangerous!?"

"So is how you say pissing off Tamelin Yugoshi"

The singer caved in. He was already going to be late, but at least he could at least let himself look more presentable. Toshi continued to drift in and out of traffic, as a result 2D was usually strangled lightly by the seatbelt. By the way he drove he was surprised they hadn't got stopped by cops or died yet.

The blue haired singer's hair face was messy to say the least. His translator wouldn't let him get his appolstary wet so he had to stick his head out like a dog. Inside the building they were greeted by a short Japanese girl with orange blonde hair. Toshi fumed something angrily in Japanese to her which caused her punch him in the arm lightly. He threw up his hands in the air walked out the front door.

"Toshi I-" the former singer whispered

"Mr.D!" she extended her arm in his direction, "I'm Tammy Yugoshi of U-goh-SHEE fashions, we spoke on the phone a couple of nights ago?"

Ah fuck, he woke up the designer. He shook her hand firmly and apologized, "I'm sorry for waking you up and being late and-"

"SSSH!" she butted in, "don't worry about that or Toshi. Got give the poor guy a break, his wife just gave birth a few hours ago, can't help it if he's a little antsy"

Why did she know this?

" 'ow do yew know that?"

"He's my brother," Her accent sounded American. Which was weird because Toshi had a Japanese accent when he spoke English.

Tammy Yugoshi was born in Tokyo. Her father was a Japanese-American stationed on a military base and her mother was a native of the country. When they eventually got a divorce her father took her back to California and her mother and brother remained it Japan.

"AH YOUR HAIR IS AMAZING! I wanna keep it this way!" Tammy gave her instructions to the man fixing 2D's hair.

"Um Tammy, why did yew choose me to do this?"

"Well simply put, I thought you looked cool in your Reject False Icons campaign. You're well known all over the world, especially in Asia. It also helps that your name fits perfectly.

The campaign he was working on today was from a new line of U-goh-Shee fashions called "More than Just a Number." This line was dedicated to the individualist with their own identities behind the numbers government classifies them under. All brands needed a logo, and for this line it was point Sharp symbol which played on the fact that 2D and Q1 worked in the music business.

The designer excused herself and allowed the male model to dress in privacy. The outfit was really cool. It had a punky vibe mixed in with 1960's mod. It seemed Japan was home of the epic fusions.

A variety of music ranging from hip hop to rock played during the shoot. To keep up with the theme, they were all songs with numbers in their titles.

2D walked to the roof where the first leg of the shoot would begin, and that's when he saw her.

Q1 sat on the edge of the roof top with on leg extended toward the camera. The way she was angled made it seem like her legs were as long his own! Her black hair flared out on all sides as one of her green eyes sparkled like a precious gem.

2D couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She was even more beautiful up close. The camera man and Tammy shared praises at her technique. The producer wore a dark purple tubetop with the yellow campaign symbol boasted proudly in the center. On top of the tube top was a black tuxedo style vest that formed around her curves lightly. To top it off was a pair of ripped black capris with and a pair of black high tops. When the designer spotted 2D she pointed to him to go where Q1 was. His pulse began to race, as he drew himself closer to the green eyed producer. She smiled at him with two rows of pealy white, all of her teeth were straight and showed no signs of discoloration. He couldn't himself, he grinned crooked in response.

The photographer made them do a series of poses together. He instructed for 2D to pull Q1 closer to his body.

"Okay, now wrap one of your arms around her waist while the other one crosses diagonally over her shoulder." The blue haired man didn't really understand what that meant but he somehow did it right. Her body was soft against his. Most of the women he worked with we hard as rocks due to the insane dieting, surgery, and crazy work out sessions.

"Now look her in the eyes like she's the most beautiful girl in the world"

His body tensed at this request, he had great difficulty at functioning properly in front of people he admired. 2D's eyes met hers; his heart pounded inside of his chest nervously. Her eyes smiled at him assuringly as if she knew what he was feeling. He did as he was instructed and inhaled nervously. Her scent entered his soul. It was very sweet, like some sort of flowers and a rich blend of Latin American Coffee. His body relaxed as Q1's body fit into his snuggly.

"PERFECT!"

They engaged in a series of poses that involved him holding onto the Japanese woman in some manner in another. After a few minutes, the magic had to stop, they both were whisked back into wardrobe. Q1 flashed him an impish grin, the blood rushed to his face in a matter of seconds and reduced him to a bumbling idiot.

This was going to be a long day


Swizzerz: Wooh _. Okay I saw the more than Just a number logo from a site for students who didn't score so well on the SATs, LOL. I thought it sounded cool if I would change the context a bit. I thought it was cool that Q1 and 2D both had numbers in their names, don't you? I finished the drawing. FYI, it's not so great, but my friends seemed to have liked it. I was stretching during ballet while drawing it, LOL. I'll post it whenever I get chapter 12 up.

The song Q1 and the other guy sings is called "wanna be a dream maker"by a Japanese band called Globe. They're simply amazing so check out that song on youtube. If you're a fan of anime and heard of a one called Cyborg 009, a song by them called Genesis of next is one of the ending songs.

I know we all know that Q1 and Ichigo are the same person, 2D doesn't know about that at this time, he just knows her as the producer Q1. Since this is told through his POV that's why there are moments of Japanese that he could recognize was Japanese but didn't know what was being discussed.

Thanks again for reading this guys, you guys rock! I got a lot of work ahead of me so I will update when I can.