Final instalment of the luck arc. Final chapter of the final instalment of the luck arc. I think I'm gonna cry…nah…though I do warn you this is pretty sappy. Mou…my teeth itch…
He looks good on stage. Real good. I think that my heart has exploded and I know it's pride in him as to the cause…I'm so proud. My blond, the little one that somewhere along the line got taller than me. He's a lady killer as much as his dad still is, though Michael never seemed to have as much of a draw towards guns as Crawd. Knives however… He'll be taking them with him in a month, to the new apartment.
The walls there are a light cream, with gorgeous hardwood floors and forest green accents. He looked at me funny when I started taking pictures of the bare walls, but then, he's too young to understand. I can't remember the first place I lived in after moving out of my parent's place, all I know is that it was small and smelled. I can't remember anything else. I do have small recollections of when Crawd made me move in, but those are triggered by looking at the small journal that replaced my 'hello kitty' diary after the fire. It's all in there. We've been living in America now for a good three years, and I've had it easy for the last month since Bad Luck is taking a break for a bit to get in some rest time.
Amazing, really, that we've outshone our heros so much. Nittle Grasper broke up again, permanently, four years after their reformation when Noriko's husband became ill. He was a good man, but hearts tend to wear out after time and well…just like Shuichi felt Bad Luck couldn't go on without me, Ryuichi couldn't sing without Noriko. She…followed her husband as soon as the kids were taken care of… After that, with her gone, it just wasn't the same. I understand how a change in relationships within the group can change the music. First, when we started out, it was Shuichi's relationship with Eiri. Our music was passionate, strong, and fast, just like Shuichi felt towards Eiri. I can't believe how mean I was to him then, when all he needed was someone he could trust…Eiri that is. He's actually a tolerable guy. They still fight, but it doesn't fool any of us since they're usually smiling when they call each other names. Both of them.
Then, there was me and my illness and falling in love with Crawd, our manager. As a band, our songs took on a slower, more serious tone…though unless you were paying attention you wouldn't have noticed. Just like Crawd and I. It was good for everyone involved, and got us the attention of a then up and rising Canadian recording company, which in turn took us to America, where we broke five hundred thousand sales within two months before heading back to Japan and not having to learn a word of English.
Thank the gods I didn't have to teach Shuichi English.
Two years later, Suguru met Reina. They're expecting their third in four months. Hanako and Raiden are playing with Ryuichi in the lobby, since they can't sit still for long enough to watch. Any of them. That's okay, I don't think Ryu-chan will ever grow up even though he's reaching what could be termed mid-life. We've hired a photographer, so he can look at the pictures later.
My Michael's an engineer, and looks every inch the part. He's grown so much from the seven year old chicken legged boy I first met. Now, at twenty-four, our son has become a man of his own. I hand Judy a tissue before Ark or Crawd can. We all sympathize with her, even if Crawd is the only one of us emotional enough to match her tear of joy for tear of joy. They're his biological parents after all, maybe that has something to do with it.
All I know is that I have a loving family, the best friends in the world, a successful child, a job I love, and am well off enough to never have to worry about going hungry or having clean water to drink. Despite the name of our band, troubles at the start, little things that have come up, we have the best luck in the world.
This is my strange dream come true.
I don't want to wake up.
Ever.