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Shuichi looked into the mirror and put the finishing touches on his stage costume. Fujisaki and Hiro were behind him. It was ten minutes before they were to go onstage. Fujisaki, like always, was flipping out.
"Shindo-kun, why are we playing a song you wrote today? Why can't we sing the song that we just recorded." Fujisaki was pacing up and down.
"Because, this is the song I want to sing." Shuichi said calmly.
Hiro walked up to his best friend. "Are you sure this is what you want? He might not even show up."
"I know that Hiro. But this time it's not about him. It's about me. I need to sing this song." Shuichi sounded determined. Hiro smiled.
"Fujisaki." Fujisaki stopped pacing and turned towards them. "Calm down. We're doing the song because it's a better choice. Beside," Hiro said as he looked at Shuichi. "We're Bad Luck. We're the best band out there."
Shuichi gave Hiro a grin. "Except for Nittle Grasper."
Hiro chuckled. "Shuichi, with this song I bet we're better then Nittle Grasper."
"Really?"
"Really. Now let's go. We're on in five."
Bad Luck ran up to the stage where they were greeted by thousands of screaming fans. It was their moment to shine.
I sat in my dark apartment smoking a cigarette, drinking a beer and thinking. Thinking about the past twenty-four hours. What had happened to me? Sure, we'd had fights before. But he always started to apologize. Not me. What was different about this time? And why do I care so much?
I sat alone scowling. Damn him for running out on me. Damn him for being so sensitive. He can stay gone for all I care. I hope the little idiot never comes back. I'm right. He's wrong and I hope to never see him again.
I stopped ranting and waited in silence for a few minutes. Usually I felt better after cursing people to high heavens. But this time, it didn't happen. I felt more miserable then I did before.
"Oh fuck it." I said and went to my computer. Writing always made me feel better. I began typing. Suddenly that voice showed up again.
You love him, don't you?
"No. I don't." I said out loud.
Oh, so it's not love that's making you freak out every second he's not around?
"I'm not freaking out." I said calmly. "I'm writing."
Then why are you writing about him?
"I'm not-" and then I looked down and read what I had written.
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit tonight
"That's.That's not about him." I said, surprised at what was on the screen.
Oh no? said the voice smugly.
"No. It's not." I said more desperate then before. I didn't want it to be true.
Why are you fighting? You love him. Just admit it.
I pushed back from the computer. "No. No I don't. I can't."
But you do.
"No!" I yelled out. "I don't love him! I don't. I don't!" I sounded like I was throwing a temper tantrum. But I had to convince myself that my heart was wrong. I didn't love him. I couldn't possibly love that stupid, pink haired, annoying, beautiful, adorable, sweet-
"AHH!" I screamed. I slumped to the floor. I was defeated.
"I love him." I said out loud, barely above a whisper. "I love Shuichi. And I don't deserve it. Not after everything I've done. I'm a monster. I shouldn't be happy. That's why I push him away. That's why he is better off without me."
All was quiet. The voice was gone. I was by myself. But it was ok. I knew what I had to do. I went over to the computer and finished what I had started. I only had an hour before the concert. It had to be ready by then.
Shuichi looked into the mirror and put the finishing touches on his stage costume. Fujisaki and Hiro were behind him. It was ten minutes before they were to go onstage. Fujisaki, like always, was flipping out.
"Shindo-kun, why are we playing a song you wrote today? Why can't we sing the song that we just recorded." Fujisaki was pacing up and down.
"Because, this is the song I want to sing." Shuichi said calmly.
Hiro walked up to his best friend. "Are you sure this is what you want? He might not even show up."
"I know that Hiro. But this time it's not about him. It's about me. I need to sing this song." Shuichi sounded determined. Hiro smiled.
"Fujisaki." Fujisaki stopped pacing and turned towards them. "Calm down. We're doing the song because it's a better choice. Beside," Hiro said as he looked at Shuichi. "We're Bad Luck. We're the best band out there."
Shuichi gave Hiro a grin. "Except for Nittle Grasper."
Hiro chuckled. "Shuichi, with this song I bet we're better then Nittle Grasper."
"Really?"
"Really. Now let's go. We're on in five."
Bad Luck ran up to the stage where they were greeted by thousands of screaming fans. It was their moment to shine.
I sat in my dark apartment smoking a cigarette, drinking a beer and thinking. Thinking about the past twenty-four hours. What had happened to me? Sure, we'd had fights before. But he always started to apologize. Not me. What was different about this time? And why do I care so much?
I sat alone scowling. Damn him for running out on me. Damn him for being so sensitive. He can stay gone for all I care. I hope the little idiot never comes back. I'm right. He's wrong and I hope to never see him again.
I stopped ranting and waited in silence for a few minutes. Usually I felt better after cursing people to high heavens. But this time, it didn't happen. I felt more miserable then I did before.
"Oh fuck it." I said and went to my computer. Writing always made me feel better. I began typing. Suddenly that voice showed up again.
You love him, don't you?
"No. I don't." I said out loud.
Oh, so it's not love that's making you freak out every second he's not around?
"I'm not freaking out." I said calmly. "I'm writing."
Then why are you writing about him?
"I'm not-" and then I looked down and read what I had written.
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit tonight
"That's.That's not about him." I said, surprised at what was on the screen.
Oh no? said the voice smugly.
"No. It's not." I said more desperate then before. I didn't want it to be true.
Why are you fighting? You love him. Just admit it.
I pushed back from the computer. "No. No I don't. I can't."
But you do.
"No!" I yelled out. "I don't love him! I don't. I don't!" I sounded like I was throwing a temper tantrum. But I had to convince myself that my heart was wrong. I didn't love him. I couldn't possibly love that stupid, pink haired, annoying, beautiful, adorable, sweet-
"AHH!" I screamed. I slumped to the floor. I was defeated.
"I love him." I said out loud, barely above a whisper. "I love Shuichi. And I don't deserve it. Not after everything I've done. I'm a monster. I shouldn't be happy. That's why I push him away. That's why he is better off without me."
All was quiet. The voice was gone. I was by myself. But it was ok. I knew what I had to do. I went over to the computer and finished what I had started. I only had an hour before the concert. It had to be ready by then.
