Chapter 21: Love help
There is one thing I have to say. I'm not happy to be working with Mia, but I have to admit she has skill. She really has the skills to be in class S. Though I am still angry at her, I see this as an opportunity to learn from her. Everything she can do I'm sure I can do if not better.
She does have one problem when it comes to working with others. She takes on too many tasks. We all had practice and recording to do, but she also volunteered to make the costumes. She didn't want other people to do it. And when we were presented with back up dancers from New York's dance school, Mia decided she would choreograph and teach the dancers since she was the best dancer out of the three of us.
I could see where this was all headed and it didn't look good from where I was standing. I was given the main vocal part. Maya was in charge of the rest of the video. She was coming up with ideas for different parts of the video and scouting places to shoot. I just had to focus on the music. I felt like I had the least amount of work. Did they not trust me enough to handle anything else?
I walked down the hall on my way to the courtyard where I could spend time with Masato. I had been meeting him there for a while now. We would just sit and write lyrics. We helped each other when we were stuck. Tonight I planned on showing him a song I wrote for him to sing. It didn't have music but the lyrics were done. I figured he could ask Nanami-san to write the music.
"Miki!" I turned around to see Mia running at me with a pile of cloth in her arms. There were three different colors. I stopped and let her catch up. I may not get along with her, but we needed to work together. At least that's what Maya was preaching. She wouldn't shut up about it when I was with her.
"Do you need something? I'm kinda busy right now," I told Mia when she reached me.
She wasn't out of breath after her run, but she looked frustrated. "The dancers aren't picking up the dance as fast as they should, so I have to go help them, but I need these sewed before tomorrow. Do you think you can do it for me?" Mia answered. "It's pinned already. All you have to do is sew along the pins. Easy," she dumped the whole pile in my arms before I could say two words. Then she took off running down the hall.
I had several problems with this. One: the pins were sticking me since she had just thrown them at me. Two: I had no clue as to how to sew. Three: I was supposed to be down in the courtyard with Masato. I pouted in the hallway and even stomped my foot in frustration. What was I supposed to do. I knew something like this was going to happen. I knew Mia took on too much work and now she was pushing it off onto me. I would get blamed if the work wasn't done. I tried to think of someone I knew that would know how to sew. No one came to mind, which made this whole thing worse. All of the kids here were performers or musicians. No one would know how to sew.
"Is there a problem Miki?" I turned around to face the other direction. Masato was walking down the hall towards me. I must have taken too long to get out there so he had come looking for me. His face was concerned and he looked to be questioning what I had in my arms.
I stuttered for a few seconds before gaining control of my tongue again. I was just surprised to see him standing in the hallway, looking for me. "Mia just dumped her work on me," I sounded mad and outraged. I hadn't meant to sound like that, but it just kinda came out. I always ended up saying what was really on my mind to Masato. I was comfortable around him, but I was also flustered.
"Really now?" he asked as he looked at the pile of cloth in my arms. I looked down as well. The pins were still poking me.
"Yeah," I whispered. "And I don't know how to do it."
Masato came closer. "Can you repeat that? I couldn't hear you."
"I don't know how to sew," I admitted while pouting. I wouldn't look at his face. This was embarrassing. My sister could do it, why couldn't I?
"Well then you are in luck. I know how to sew. Is that what Mia wants you to do with that fabric?" Masato answered.
I snapped my head around and looked at him shocked. This was something I couldn't believe. I couldn't see Masato sitting down at a sewing machine and making clothes. "You know how to sew?" I asked for confirmation. It was a thought I couldn't wrap my head around.
He nodded his head, grabbed my arm, and pulled me down the hall. I was startled by his actions. He wasn't usually forcefull. I almost tripped several times as he pulled me out of the dorm, across campus, to the STARISH dorm. The dorm was actually supposed to house any of the debuted idols but the only ones living there now was STARISH. Later there would probably be many idols living there but for now it stayed half empty.
Masato pulled me up the steps and through the door. "Masato-senpai, I'm not supposed to be here," I protested. Regular students were supposed to stay out of this dorm. We weren't supposed to bother the idols.
He glanced back at me as we kept moving. "Sometimes you have to take a risk to get what you need done," he answered.
I stayed quiet, thinking about that, the rest of the way to his room. He opened the door to show a room split almost in two by two different styles. I could tell whose side was who's. Masato's side was very traditional and organized. Ren's side was modern and laid back. Ren wasn't in the room though. He must have been else where. I wondered briefly if he was hanging with the cross dresser again. If I hadn't known Yuki was a girl I probably would have believed the rumor that Ren was being turned gay by her.
Masato let go of my arm and moved to a cabinet in his room. I slowly made my way into the room. I was very hesitant. I had never been in a boy's room alone with a boy. I knew nothing was going to happen but that didn't get rid of my jitters. Masato opened the cabinet and pulled out a sewing machine. He put it on the table and turned to me. I was still looking around with the cloth still in my arms.
"Miki," he said. I turned to look at him. "Let's get to work."
I nodded and dumped the cloth next to the table. Masato sat down in front of the sewing machine. I sat down on the other side of the cloths. Masato picked up the green cloth. He shook it out and I could make out the form of a dress. Mia had shown us the designs for the costumes. They were really pretty. All of us would look wonderful in the video. That's if I didn't mess up the sewing.
"This will be easy," Masato stated as he looked the dress over. "She has everything pinned and ready to go." He started the sewing machine and began work.
I sat there and watched him. He was good. I wouldn't have to worry about him messing it up. I grabbed the other dresses to straighten them out . I needed something to do.
"Did you come up with any good lyrics?" He asked. I was startled that he had spoken. I though all his focus was on the sewing.
"I finished the chorus for that song we wrote together," I answered. "And I talked to Trish about helping me with the music."
"Are you going to record the song?" Masato asked.
"I hope to at some time," I answered. "What about you?"
"I, uh, wrote a song for you," he said hesitantly. This sparked my curiosity. Masato sounded uncertain about admitting that. Usually Masato was never uncertain.
"Really? A song for me to sing?" I asked.
"Uh, no," he answered. He sat quietly while I digested that. Did he mean it was a song for me to listen to? If so what was the song about? Would it be a love song? That's the only type of song I could think of that a boy would right for a girl.
"Are you going to sing it for me?" I asked. I wasn't sure how to respond.
"Maybe when we finish here," he replied.
My heart started pounding at the thought. What would I do if it was a love song? I'm not ready to give up on Syo-chan. But did I have feelings for Masato? Could I ever have feelings for him?
We worked in silence. After Masato finished sewing the first dress, he handed it to me so I could take all the pins out. We continued this. It got darker outside and Ren eventually came into the room. He didn't bat an eyelash at me. He just started playing darts. When we were finished, I folded the dresses neatly and put them in a pile.
Masato picked up the pile before I had a chance. He walked out of the room without saying a word. I quickly followed him without saying anything to Ren.
Masato walked down the hall to a room with a piano. Masato had put the pile on the piano and was sitting on the bench when I got to the door. He opened the piano and motioned me over. I carefully sat down next to him. I didn't know what to expect.
He didn't say a word before he began. The start of the song was a pretty melody on the piano.
Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone?
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
One step closer
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
I sat in silence after the last chord faded. He watched my face. I didn't know what to say. He was waiting for me to say something. I could see it on his face. I didn't want to be mean to him, but that looked like my only way out.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. I grabbed the dresses and left the room. I felt terrible for saying that.
I'm so sorry that this is late. It took me longer to get adjusted than I thought it would. I've been busy with homework and meeting new people. But one of my new friends forced me to sit down and finish this. All of that added with the fact that Masato was not originally supposed to sing made this chapter hard to write. I'm glad it's done though. I'll aim for Tuesday for my next update, but I'm not sure that will happen. I'll work on it.
The song is A Thousand Years by Chistina Perri, but listen to the piano tribute players' version for what Masato plays on the piano.
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