***Author's Note***
Thanks for your wonderful comments, readers, you know who you are! (Unless you suddenly get amnesia…oh well) This is the third installment aka chapter for my fanfic FoR: Coyote Ugly! Hopefully you'll like it. Even if you don't, I'll keep uploading chapters until this fic is done. For those who don't know the story of Coyote Ugly, shame on you! It's one of the greatest stories every… *sigh* It's so sweet too.
Anyway, on to the disclaimers *grumble, grumble* I don't own Flame of Recca or Coyote Ugly. Although, I do wish I own them… I could really use the money… What's that? Did I hear you offering money to me? Ehehe, anyway I don't make profits from this fanfic, you hear? So don't go suing me! :p
***End of Author's Crazy Rambling***
Fuuko let out a sigh. "250 dollars!" she said, waving the money in front of Jo's eyes, who took 200 dollars from it. "I can't believe I saved our sorry butts out of the gutter!"
"Yeah, well, get over it," Jo said, even though she's smiling. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have gotten the inspiration to…uh…'sell' your friend."
Fuuko grinned devilishly. "I have to," she said. "Besides, he offered."
Emerald aka Yanagi laughed. "Fuuko, you're something else."
Fuuko smiles. At least Yanagi calls her by her name, unlike Jo and Peril, who calls her by the name Jersey so it'll make her sound "tough" enough. Even Yanagi's name is supposed to be Emerald to make it sound more thuggish- like. Fuuko sensed that Peril doesn't like her much… Oh well. Can't help her in that department. She gets off the chair at the bar and puts it up the tabletop. "Well, I need to get going now," Fuuko said. "I'm thinking up new song tunes for my lyrics…"
"See you tomorrow night!" Jo called as Fuuko rushed out of the doors.
Fuuko stopped at the doorway. "Wait…" she said, turning to Jo. "Am I a Coyote now?"
"Definitely," Jo said, smiling for the first time Fuuko had saw her.
"Woohoo!"
***
Fuuko tried to be patient… The song from next-door apartment kept blaring through the walls though… She felt her patience slipping through, and veins popped at her curled fists. If the party next-door doesn't die down, she'll make it die herself… Still the music hits her eardrum.
Fuuko sighed and finally give up—the party won't die down for hours. Never mind that. She took her musical instruments (keyboard and guitar) up to the rooftop with no difficulty, as she's well-built and sets it up there. There. Finally. No interruption whatsoever from her so-called neighbors.
"Loving you, isn't really something I should do," Fuuko muttered to herself. She has the lyrics. The unfortunate matter is to find the tune that fits the damn lyrics. Ah, damn this musician's block. [If there even is one…]
She looks around exasperatedly, as if expecting some angel to appear out of nowhere and help her with her music.
Suddenly she heard more blaring noise of music. Aaargghhh!!! she shouted in her mind. Why can't this stupid party-people shut up?
But then… an inspiration came on to her as she listens to the blaring music… she rush off to the building's "cliff" and hang on to the building. A guy is break-dancing… He's break-dancing to some kind of music… Fuuko felt herself shivering as she finally gets her tune. "Yatta!" she shouted.
She rushed off to her keyboard and plays a few keys, and then recorded the whole thing. After that she took a radio from her room and recorded her playing her guitar alongside with the recorded keyboard… She grins. So someone did give her inspirations. "Thank God!"
Fuuko went to the building's "cliff" again and looked through the window of the guy who gave her the tune. "THANK YOU!!!" she shouted.
The guy stopped dancing and fell. "Oops…" Fuuko said, chuckling. The guy waved back to her and gave her a thumbs-up sign.
"Oh, you don't know how much it meant to me!" Fuuko shouted, smiling and waving as she returns to her instruments.
***
The next day Fuuko went shopping—for clothes, musical instruments, and more clothes! She stopped by the musical instruments shop first, of course. A salesman got her interested in a laptop computer that operates its own recording system and could adjust the level, volume or anything of the sorts. Fuuko, of course, immediately became interested. With the payment she got from being a "Coyote", she bought the laptop. She also bought tons of CDs for recording.
"Thanks again!" Fuuko said to the salesman. The salesman was grinning ear to ear—it's not everyday that a girl bought off musical instrument in his shop.
Next Fuuko stopped by an album store—she loves music and she was inspired by other music too. She bought about 12 or more CDs that belongs to various artists. She could feel herself inspired again. In her head, lyrics to a new song began to form itself automatically.
After that, of course, Fuuko shopped for clothes. She bought clothes that would suit for the bar and clothes that she usually wore [read: loose t- shirts and spunky high heels! ~.^] She had fun shopping that day. She could feel herself becoming more and more confident and comfortable living in New York.
Back at home, Fuuko began recording new songs on her new laptop with the assistance of her musical instruments, her keyboard and guitar. New ideas jumped in her head like eggs that are about to hatch. ^^ She finally finished recording about 10 CDs that she decided to send off to every recording company she knows. That night, Fuuko went to work, feeling a lot better than she always does.
***
"Hello?"
"Fuuko?"
"Who's this?" Fuuko asked suspiciously.
"It's Tokiya, the guy you auctioned at a bar…? Remember me?" Tokiya said playfully.
"Oh!" Fuuko said, laughing. "Oh, hi. What's up?"
"Just want to found out what's up with you," he said. "I've tried to find you at that bar again—couldn't tear you off the tabletop though… What's that annoying music playing in the background?"
Fuuko scowled. "That's my music and my voice, excuse me."
Tokiya laughed. "Oh, it sounds so beautiful!"
"Yeah, sure," Fuuko said, rolling her eyes. "So what do you really want?"
"Honestly, you sang, wrote and coordinate that song?" Tokiya asked, sounding incredulous.
Fuuko sighed, realizing that she'll never stop Tokiya from changing the subject. "Yes, why is that so hard to believe?" she asked, a little peeved. If this guy knows what's good for him, he'd stop insulting her…
"Relax, relax," Tokiya said, and she could hear him laughing. "Wow… you have a good voice."
Fuuko's veins popped up. She clicked "off" on her computer and the music stopped. "So, what do you really want? No crap or no changing subjects either!" she shouted.
"Yowch!" Tokiya said. "Dammit, Fuuko, relax. So why aren't you singing at the bar instead of doing what you're doing?"
Fuuko sighed. "Don't laugh…" she said—he did change the subject, damn him. "But I have stage fright. I can only perform when no one's watching… Why are you laughing? I swear, if I were there with you I'd break your neck! I'm serious! Stop laughing! Shut up!"
"Stage fright, huh?" Tokiya said as the laughter went down. "Then I know how to help you."
"Huh?"
"I'll come over, you just wait there," Tokiya said. Before Fuuko could protest, Tokiya hung up.
"Damn you," Fuuko said, laughing at the receiver. What was so funny, she doesn't know.
True to his words, Tokiya arrived a few minutes later. "Hey," he said, red- faced. "So you're ready, right?" he said.
"Yeah," Fuuko said. "So what are we doing? Hey, stopped pulling me!"
Tokiya grasped Fuuko's wrist and pulled her out of her apartment and they found themselves walking to a place God knows where. "Hey, Tokiya, what are we doing? Where are we going?" Fuuko asked, thoroughly confused by the whole situation. "Why aren't you answering me?" she asked, annoyed. "I swear, if this is one of your payback because I—"
"Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me of that," Tokiya said, laughing.
Fuuko blushed. "Oh, sorry about that incident," she said sheepishly. "I have to have a surefire way to get 200 dollars, you know?"
"By selling me?" Tokiya questioned. "You sure have a weird idea of a 'surefire way to get 200 dollars'."
Fuuko blushed again. "Shut up and lead the way."
"Happy to." Tokiya smirked, looking at Fuuko at the corner of his eyes. They finally stopped in front of a deserted looking building. Before Fuuko could throw anymore questions or insults, they entered the building and go to a dark-looking room. "So here we are."
Fuuko didn't know what to say. "Um…what's this supposed to be?"
In front of her are cardboards of all the considered "famous" people of the year 2002. George Bush, Britney Spears [ugh, gross], Elvis [aren't you dead, Elvis?!], and lots of other famous people. Thankfully it's not the real people.
"What the hell's the meaning of this?" Fuuko wondered out loud.
Tokiya smirked. "Jeez, patience…" he said. He led her to a keyboard and smiles. "Sit."
"What's this all about?" Fuuko repeated.
"Oh, come on, you can't be that suspicious of me…" said Tokiya, smirking again. Somehow Fuuko felt like punching him on his pretty face or tearing his silver hair out of his scalp…
Fuuko sighed and sat down on the bench in front of the keyboard. "O-kay. What am I supposed to do now?" she asked to no one in particular. "Am I supposed to play my song on the keyboard and sang to it?"
Tokiya snapped his fingers. "Aren't you sharp?" he said jokingly. "Come on—you've got audience! Even the president came to see you! Sing! Smile! You make his world…" Again, the latter smirked. That seemed to be his favorite activity. Well, not if his mouth is tore off, Fuuko thought darkly.
Fuuko sighed. "I can't," she said.
"Why not?" Tokiya frowned. "The audiences aren't alive…"
"You are," Fuuko answered smartly.
"Ehehe…" Tokiya said, grinning. "Come on! Shouldn't the heart-beating thing make you more…um…I don't know, nervous and makes you want to perform more and more?" He sounded so unsure of himself Fuuko almost laughed.
But Fuuko didn't. Her heart is indeed hammering… Why, though? Why is it beating so fast? Maybe it's because she's thinking of performing for an audience… but that's not the reason. Tokiya looked so different tonight—he always wore coats before, but now that he looked more relaxed… Could this be attraction that she's feeling for Tokiya?
Hell, it is attraction, thought Fuuko.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Tokiya joked.
Fuuko snapped out of her trance. She got up from the bench and smiles. "For your information my heart is beating faster… and it's not because of the performance either."
Tokiya look at Fuuko interestedly as Fuuko unbuttoned her sweatshirt. "My body's scorching…for you…"
***Author's Note: Those words are so not mine—it really is from the movie Coyote Ugly and it's kinda corny… ^^ Oh well, I guess that's what make it so sweet. Keep on reading***
Fuuko beamed—last night's memory still fresh in her mind. It had been great last night. She hasn't really thought about Tokiya in that way but after last night…well, it's a change of the heart.
She returned to the bar and smiles. "Hey, what's keeping you happy?" Emerald aka Yanagi said, grinning. "What happened last night?"
"Oh…I got lucky."
Emerald laughed. "Yeah, well, Recca's been mad we haven't seen each other for quite a while—last night was good."
"Okay, girls, it's show time, no chitchat," Peril said, smirking.
Fuuko smiles. "All right, all right."
She walked to the counter and hopped onto the tabletop. She began dancing to the tune and smiling at Emerald and Peril. Even though Peril doesn't show any sign that she approved of Fuuko, she's relenting. Peril served the customers swiftly.
Then she heard noises. "What the hell?"
Fight had erupted between two men and the crowd began chanting for fights. "Dammit!" Jo shouted. She took the pipe hose and sprayed it to the fighting crowd. "Stop! Stop it! Peril, stop them!"
Peril goes to the other side of the bar and tried to stop them. "Help! Jo!" Emerald suddenly shouted as the crowd began to pick her up and brought her to the other side of the bar.
"Shit!" Jo shouted. "Dammit, put her down! Peril!"
Peril's fighting off the crowd who's trying to carry her of too.
Fuuko looked at them in horror. The crowd's gone wild, trying to grope Peril and Emerald, who are shouting for them to stop and shouting for help. Jo's still spraying the crowd with the hose. Fuuko looked at them in exasperation. "Stop it!" she cried out shrilly. Nobody listened to her. "Stop it, dammit!"
Still no one paid attention to her. She finally heard a song on the Jukebox. It's her favorite song…maybe…maybe this will work. Hopefully so… She took a microphone off a table at the counter and switches it on.
"'Can't take my eyes of off you'," Fuuko began singing shakily. "'You're just like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much…'"
Her singing succeeded in stopping the fight. They watched her as she sings to a spicier tune than that and dance alongside with it. Soon Peril and Emerald joins her, with Jo in control and the crowd stopped fighting… Fuuko had overcome her fear of singing in front of the crowd…
***
"That was so good, Fuuko!" Emerald said, laughing. "You stopped the fighting."
"That was a good move," agreed Jo, grinning while cleaning up.
"Oh, big deal—she's just singing out of other people's song," Peril said.
Fuuko laughed. "I don't really care if I sing other people's song," she said. "I overcame my greatest fear—singing in front of the crowd… It felt so great!"
"Good for you," Jo said encouragingly. "You know what? We should do that! Singing and dancing—that sounds better than just dancing… So what do you all say?"
The girls agreed.
***End of Chapter 3***
Heh, I'm sorry if that was out of chronological order, but I can't help it anyway—I've forgotten most of the story order, but some of them are still clear in my mind. Anyway, enjoy the fic. Chapter 4 and the rest are going to come up because I have the whole week off (Regents test!), hehehe. Okay. Enjoy. Until next time. Ja ne!
Thanks for your wonderful comments, readers, you know who you are! (Unless you suddenly get amnesia…oh well) This is the third installment aka chapter for my fanfic FoR: Coyote Ugly! Hopefully you'll like it. Even if you don't, I'll keep uploading chapters until this fic is done. For those who don't know the story of Coyote Ugly, shame on you! It's one of the greatest stories every… *sigh* It's so sweet too.
Anyway, on to the disclaimers *grumble, grumble* I don't own Flame of Recca or Coyote Ugly. Although, I do wish I own them… I could really use the money… What's that? Did I hear you offering money to me? Ehehe, anyway I don't make profits from this fanfic, you hear? So don't go suing me! :p
***End of Author's Crazy Rambling***
Fuuko let out a sigh. "250 dollars!" she said, waving the money in front of Jo's eyes, who took 200 dollars from it. "I can't believe I saved our sorry butts out of the gutter!"
"Yeah, well, get over it," Jo said, even though she's smiling. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have gotten the inspiration to…uh…'sell' your friend."
Fuuko grinned devilishly. "I have to," she said. "Besides, he offered."
Emerald aka Yanagi laughed. "Fuuko, you're something else."
Fuuko smiles. At least Yanagi calls her by her name, unlike Jo and Peril, who calls her by the name Jersey so it'll make her sound "tough" enough. Even Yanagi's name is supposed to be Emerald to make it sound more thuggish- like. Fuuko sensed that Peril doesn't like her much… Oh well. Can't help her in that department. She gets off the chair at the bar and puts it up the tabletop. "Well, I need to get going now," Fuuko said. "I'm thinking up new song tunes for my lyrics…"
"See you tomorrow night!" Jo called as Fuuko rushed out of the doors.
Fuuko stopped at the doorway. "Wait…" she said, turning to Jo. "Am I a Coyote now?"
"Definitely," Jo said, smiling for the first time Fuuko had saw her.
"Woohoo!"
***
Fuuko tried to be patient… The song from next-door apartment kept blaring through the walls though… She felt her patience slipping through, and veins popped at her curled fists. If the party next-door doesn't die down, she'll make it die herself… Still the music hits her eardrum.
Fuuko sighed and finally give up—the party won't die down for hours. Never mind that. She took her musical instruments (keyboard and guitar) up to the rooftop with no difficulty, as she's well-built and sets it up there. There. Finally. No interruption whatsoever from her so-called neighbors.
"Loving you, isn't really something I should do," Fuuko muttered to herself. She has the lyrics. The unfortunate matter is to find the tune that fits the damn lyrics. Ah, damn this musician's block. [If there even is one…]
She looks around exasperatedly, as if expecting some angel to appear out of nowhere and help her with her music.
Suddenly she heard more blaring noise of music. Aaargghhh!!! she shouted in her mind. Why can't this stupid party-people shut up?
But then… an inspiration came on to her as she listens to the blaring music… she rush off to the building's "cliff" and hang on to the building. A guy is break-dancing… He's break-dancing to some kind of music… Fuuko felt herself shivering as she finally gets her tune. "Yatta!" she shouted.
She rushed off to her keyboard and plays a few keys, and then recorded the whole thing. After that she took a radio from her room and recorded her playing her guitar alongside with the recorded keyboard… She grins. So someone did give her inspirations. "Thank God!"
Fuuko went to the building's "cliff" again and looked through the window of the guy who gave her the tune. "THANK YOU!!!" she shouted.
The guy stopped dancing and fell. "Oops…" Fuuko said, chuckling. The guy waved back to her and gave her a thumbs-up sign.
"Oh, you don't know how much it meant to me!" Fuuko shouted, smiling and waving as she returns to her instruments.
***
The next day Fuuko went shopping—for clothes, musical instruments, and more clothes! She stopped by the musical instruments shop first, of course. A salesman got her interested in a laptop computer that operates its own recording system and could adjust the level, volume or anything of the sorts. Fuuko, of course, immediately became interested. With the payment she got from being a "Coyote", she bought the laptop. She also bought tons of CDs for recording.
"Thanks again!" Fuuko said to the salesman. The salesman was grinning ear to ear—it's not everyday that a girl bought off musical instrument in his shop.
Next Fuuko stopped by an album store—she loves music and she was inspired by other music too. She bought about 12 or more CDs that belongs to various artists. She could feel herself inspired again. In her head, lyrics to a new song began to form itself automatically.
After that, of course, Fuuko shopped for clothes. She bought clothes that would suit for the bar and clothes that she usually wore [read: loose t- shirts and spunky high heels! ~.^] She had fun shopping that day. She could feel herself becoming more and more confident and comfortable living in New York.
Back at home, Fuuko began recording new songs on her new laptop with the assistance of her musical instruments, her keyboard and guitar. New ideas jumped in her head like eggs that are about to hatch. ^^ She finally finished recording about 10 CDs that she decided to send off to every recording company she knows. That night, Fuuko went to work, feeling a lot better than she always does.
***
"Hello?"
"Fuuko?"
"Who's this?" Fuuko asked suspiciously.
"It's Tokiya, the guy you auctioned at a bar…? Remember me?" Tokiya said playfully.
"Oh!" Fuuko said, laughing. "Oh, hi. What's up?"
"Just want to found out what's up with you," he said. "I've tried to find you at that bar again—couldn't tear you off the tabletop though… What's that annoying music playing in the background?"
Fuuko scowled. "That's my music and my voice, excuse me."
Tokiya laughed. "Oh, it sounds so beautiful!"
"Yeah, sure," Fuuko said, rolling her eyes. "So what do you really want?"
"Honestly, you sang, wrote and coordinate that song?" Tokiya asked, sounding incredulous.
Fuuko sighed, realizing that she'll never stop Tokiya from changing the subject. "Yes, why is that so hard to believe?" she asked, a little peeved. If this guy knows what's good for him, he'd stop insulting her…
"Relax, relax," Tokiya said, and she could hear him laughing. "Wow… you have a good voice."
Fuuko's veins popped up. She clicked "off" on her computer and the music stopped. "So, what do you really want? No crap or no changing subjects either!" she shouted.
"Yowch!" Tokiya said. "Dammit, Fuuko, relax. So why aren't you singing at the bar instead of doing what you're doing?"
Fuuko sighed. "Don't laugh…" she said—he did change the subject, damn him. "But I have stage fright. I can only perform when no one's watching… Why are you laughing? I swear, if I were there with you I'd break your neck! I'm serious! Stop laughing! Shut up!"
"Stage fright, huh?" Tokiya said as the laughter went down. "Then I know how to help you."
"Huh?"
"I'll come over, you just wait there," Tokiya said. Before Fuuko could protest, Tokiya hung up.
"Damn you," Fuuko said, laughing at the receiver. What was so funny, she doesn't know.
True to his words, Tokiya arrived a few minutes later. "Hey," he said, red- faced. "So you're ready, right?" he said.
"Yeah," Fuuko said. "So what are we doing? Hey, stopped pulling me!"
Tokiya grasped Fuuko's wrist and pulled her out of her apartment and they found themselves walking to a place God knows where. "Hey, Tokiya, what are we doing? Where are we going?" Fuuko asked, thoroughly confused by the whole situation. "Why aren't you answering me?" she asked, annoyed. "I swear, if this is one of your payback because I—"
"Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me of that," Tokiya said, laughing.
Fuuko blushed. "Oh, sorry about that incident," she said sheepishly. "I have to have a surefire way to get 200 dollars, you know?"
"By selling me?" Tokiya questioned. "You sure have a weird idea of a 'surefire way to get 200 dollars'."
Fuuko blushed again. "Shut up and lead the way."
"Happy to." Tokiya smirked, looking at Fuuko at the corner of his eyes. They finally stopped in front of a deserted looking building. Before Fuuko could throw anymore questions or insults, they entered the building and go to a dark-looking room. "So here we are."
Fuuko didn't know what to say. "Um…what's this supposed to be?"
In front of her are cardboards of all the considered "famous" people of the year 2002. George Bush, Britney Spears [ugh, gross], Elvis [aren't you dead, Elvis?!], and lots of other famous people. Thankfully it's not the real people.
"What the hell's the meaning of this?" Fuuko wondered out loud.
Tokiya smirked. "Jeez, patience…" he said. He led her to a keyboard and smiles. "Sit."
"What's this all about?" Fuuko repeated.
"Oh, come on, you can't be that suspicious of me…" said Tokiya, smirking again. Somehow Fuuko felt like punching him on his pretty face or tearing his silver hair out of his scalp…
Fuuko sighed and sat down on the bench in front of the keyboard. "O-kay. What am I supposed to do now?" she asked to no one in particular. "Am I supposed to play my song on the keyboard and sang to it?"
Tokiya snapped his fingers. "Aren't you sharp?" he said jokingly. "Come on—you've got audience! Even the president came to see you! Sing! Smile! You make his world…" Again, the latter smirked. That seemed to be his favorite activity. Well, not if his mouth is tore off, Fuuko thought darkly.
Fuuko sighed. "I can't," she said.
"Why not?" Tokiya frowned. "The audiences aren't alive…"
"You are," Fuuko answered smartly.
"Ehehe…" Tokiya said, grinning. "Come on! Shouldn't the heart-beating thing make you more…um…I don't know, nervous and makes you want to perform more and more?" He sounded so unsure of himself Fuuko almost laughed.
But Fuuko didn't. Her heart is indeed hammering… Why, though? Why is it beating so fast? Maybe it's because she's thinking of performing for an audience… but that's not the reason. Tokiya looked so different tonight—he always wore coats before, but now that he looked more relaxed… Could this be attraction that she's feeling for Tokiya?
Hell, it is attraction, thought Fuuko.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Tokiya joked.
Fuuko snapped out of her trance. She got up from the bench and smiles. "For your information my heart is beating faster… and it's not because of the performance either."
Tokiya look at Fuuko interestedly as Fuuko unbuttoned her sweatshirt. "My body's scorching…for you…"
***Author's Note: Those words are so not mine—it really is from the movie Coyote Ugly and it's kinda corny… ^^ Oh well, I guess that's what make it so sweet. Keep on reading***
Fuuko beamed—last night's memory still fresh in her mind. It had been great last night. She hasn't really thought about Tokiya in that way but after last night…well, it's a change of the heart.
She returned to the bar and smiles. "Hey, what's keeping you happy?" Emerald aka Yanagi said, grinning. "What happened last night?"
"Oh…I got lucky."
Emerald laughed. "Yeah, well, Recca's been mad we haven't seen each other for quite a while—last night was good."
"Okay, girls, it's show time, no chitchat," Peril said, smirking.
Fuuko smiles. "All right, all right."
She walked to the counter and hopped onto the tabletop. She began dancing to the tune and smiling at Emerald and Peril. Even though Peril doesn't show any sign that she approved of Fuuko, she's relenting. Peril served the customers swiftly.
Then she heard noises. "What the hell?"
Fight had erupted between two men and the crowd began chanting for fights. "Dammit!" Jo shouted. She took the pipe hose and sprayed it to the fighting crowd. "Stop! Stop it! Peril, stop them!"
Peril goes to the other side of the bar and tried to stop them. "Help! Jo!" Emerald suddenly shouted as the crowd began to pick her up and brought her to the other side of the bar.
"Shit!" Jo shouted. "Dammit, put her down! Peril!"
Peril's fighting off the crowd who's trying to carry her of too.
Fuuko looked at them in horror. The crowd's gone wild, trying to grope Peril and Emerald, who are shouting for them to stop and shouting for help. Jo's still spraying the crowd with the hose. Fuuko looked at them in exasperation. "Stop it!" she cried out shrilly. Nobody listened to her. "Stop it, dammit!"
Still no one paid attention to her. She finally heard a song on the Jukebox. It's her favorite song…maybe…maybe this will work. Hopefully so… She took a microphone off a table at the counter and switches it on.
"'Can't take my eyes of off you'," Fuuko began singing shakily. "'You're just like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much…'"
Her singing succeeded in stopping the fight. They watched her as she sings to a spicier tune than that and dance alongside with it. Soon Peril and Emerald joins her, with Jo in control and the crowd stopped fighting… Fuuko had overcome her fear of singing in front of the crowd…
***
"That was so good, Fuuko!" Emerald said, laughing. "You stopped the fighting."
"That was a good move," agreed Jo, grinning while cleaning up.
"Oh, big deal—she's just singing out of other people's song," Peril said.
Fuuko laughed. "I don't really care if I sing other people's song," she said. "I overcame my greatest fear—singing in front of the crowd… It felt so great!"
"Good for you," Jo said encouragingly. "You know what? We should do that! Singing and dancing—that sounds better than just dancing… So what do you all say?"
The girls agreed.
***End of Chapter 3***
Heh, I'm sorry if that was out of chronological order, but I can't help it anyway—I've forgotten most of the story order, but some of them are still clear in my mind. Anyway, enjoy the fic. Chapter 4 and the rest are going to come up because I have the whole week off (Regents test!), hehehe. Okay. Enjoy. Until next time. Ja ne!
