*Author's Notes: Okie dokie, here it is, the next installment of my ficcie.
This is going to be the second last part to the fic, so enjoy it while it
lasted! Err, forgive me if I screw it up, I hope I didn't.
*****
Fuuko was even more determined than ever to make it big in the entertainment world after she "stumbled" upon the revelation that Tokiya has moved on even faster than lightning speed. After that phone call from the XYZ Company, she's bound to show those people what she's made of. And she's going to make Tokiya feel sorry that he ever dumped her for some other bimbo. Okay, so the girl was pretty, but still.
Fuuko's lips turn into a frown as she tried to push the picture of Tokiya kissing the girl out of her mind. No. Not this time. She's not going to let Tokiya get to her. He could go to hell for all she cares.
Her phone rings.
She fought for her life to reach to the phone as fast as she could even though she's racing with virtually no one. "Moshi moshi?!" she practically shouted into the phone.
"Huh, didn't think you'd be that excited to hear from little old nobody me," said a familiar voice at the other end.
"Oh," Fuuko said, sighing. "Hi, Masuki."
"Jeez, try to contain your excitement," Masuki said. Fuuko could practically see Masuki rolling her eyes at wherever she is.
"Why are you calling me?" Fuuko asked suspiciously. "Is something wrong? Is your husband treating you bad? You tell me what's wrong and I'll beat him to a pulp."
"Whoa!" Masuki laughed. "Hold your horses. It's not about him." Masuki's voice went deliriously high. "You didn't tell me that you actually have an audition at a record company!!!"
Fuuko raised her eyebrows, even though Masuki couldn't see it. "Wha-?" Fuuko gaped like a goldfish. "How-how did you know about it?"
Masuki lets out an exasperated sigh. "Oh my God, don't tell me you've been keeping this away from me! You're so cruel! To imagine that you're my best friend! Did you know that I found out from the paper? It had your name on it! In big bold letters too!"
Fuuko blushed. "Don't exaggerate, hun, I know you're trying to make me blush." And you've succeeded too.
"I'm not exaggerating! It's there!" Masuki giggled. "How can you not tell me about it?! I'm definitely coming! Oooh, it'll be so much fun, they're going to love you, Fuuko!"
Fuuko's lips trembled. Now that the truth is out, she's so glad that someone else finally knows about it. She can now talk to Masuki about it and Masuki in return could ensure her out of her insecurities. "I love you, Masuki!"
Masuki just laughed. "Where the hell did that come from?"
"I don't know, I'm just glad you're my best friend," Fuuko said, grinning. "Well, save your breath," Masuki said, suddenly going serious. "You do know that I'm probably going to tell your dad right?"
"Okay, now I hate you."
*****
She hated working at the diner, but she had no other choice. She's just going to wait an anticipate about the gig she'd gotten from the XYZ company that she can barely concentrate on writing more songs. For now, she'd work here for part time just to get extra cash to spend on some new clothes. New clothes for the big night, it sounded too good to be true.
A new customer came in. Fuuko plastered on a smile and looked up. "Welcome to-"
Her words died in her throat as she realized who the customer is. It's Jo.
"Hey, Jersey." Jo grinned, pretending as if nothing had ever happened between them.
"Hey," Fuuko muttered. "So, what'll you have?"
"What's the specials?"
Somehow Fuuko doubted that Jo was really there to eat and was surprised Jo was even asking her that kind of question. "Uh. some Happy Omelet. Did you know that today is an Omelet day?"
Jo lets out a chuckle. Then they both fell into an uncomfortable silence. Jo grunted something out.
"I'm sorry?" Fuuko said, raising up one eyebrow.
"I said, I'm sorry," Jo said, sighing. "I know you didn't deserve the crap that I threw at you and stuff. I guess. well. I'm just stressed out 'cause I've built Coyote Ugly from scratch you know? I don't want anyone messing it up, you know? It's my blood and tears there."
Fuuko sighed. "It's not like I have a choice, of course I forgive you." Fuuko continued to scrub the tables. "Somehow I doubt that you're just here because you wanted to apologize."
Jo grinned. "Yeah, well. You know me too well," she said. "I heard you got a gig, so I came by to say congrats and all. All that singing finally paid off, right?" Great. So now practically everyone she knows know about the gig.
Fuuko just smiles back at her-sincerely, this time. "Yeah," she said. "And I wouldn't be where I am right now if it wasn't for Coyote Ugly, huh?" Fuuko grinned, not wanting to be over melodramatic or even sappy.
"Yeah." Jo gave her a wistful smile. "Well, I guess there isn't really any point into asking you to work there again, then. You're probably gonna make it big, huh?" Fuuko scoffs. "I'm not too sure about that. You've seemed to have forgotten a little bit of my stage fright."
Jo quickly waves that off. "Yeah, right, you'll do fine!"
Fuuko laughed. "Thanks, Jo. Sorry I almost screwed up your bar."
"That's okay," Jo said, grinning. "I mean, I've worked hard for it. But I don't think you screwed it up or anything. It's been fine. We're still getting good reviews for the place. You know, I'm kind of proud of ya."
"Why?" Fuuko said, curious.
"Well, you come from. well. this place," Jo said, indicating the location of the diner. "And you adjusted fine since you came to New York. It's kind of admirable. You're like me."
Fuuko raised both of her eyebrows at that. "Huh, what do you mean by that? You're not from some lame countryside [Editor: no offence] or anything."
Jo grinned. "Wrong."
*****
"DAD!" Fuuko exclaimed. "You don't have to come with us! I'm going to be fine!" Fuuko gives Masuki a pointed look, and Masuki grinned apologetically.
"Bullshit!" Fuuko's dad practically beamed. "You know damn well that I'm so happy for you I could cry. Of course, that would just crush my ego, so I won't. XYZ Company today, Hollywood tomorrow!"
Fuuko rolled her eyes. "Hollywood's basically for acting labels, dad." Shows you just how much her dad knows about the showbiz.
Fuuko's dad coughed. "Right, I knew that. I'm just trying to offer you a lot more option than singing!"
Fuuko leered at her dad. "Uh-huh," she said. "Now shut up and let me drive." She grinned fondly at Masuki and her dad. Despite of her many protests, she's actually glad they're coming. It gives her more of an extra support. And she needed support.
"It's going to be awesome!" Masuki said, grinning. "Ne, Fuuko, why don't you drive faster or something? I mean, it's almost 9!"
"I'm trying," Fuuko said, biting her lip. "I don't understand why is it that it's suddenly extremely busy on the road when we want to arrive somewhere faster!" she said, frustrated. Finally they made it to the toll.
"Hey, Dan!" Fuuko's dad said to the toll booth's worker, grinning. "My daughter's getting an important gig today, would you mind doing some magic works, huh?"
Dan grinned and put a thumbs up.
As soon as Fuuko passed the booth [blushing furiously as she does so], fireworks and sparks came out of nowhere (well, not literally) and brightened up the night. Fuuko laughed as Masuki clapped. This is going to turn out fine after all.
*****
*Author's Notes: Woohoo! Almost done! Finally! Have you been wondering what's with the hold up for the fanfic? ^^;; I know I did. Stupid brain wouldn't work, plus I've been infinitely busy. But anyways, hopefully I can get the next one out quickly. For those who have seen the movie, are you enjoying the fic? ^^; I hope you are! I've tried my best.
*****
Fuuko was even more determined than ever to make it big in the entertainment world after she "stumbled" upon the revelation that Tokiya has moved on even faster than lightning speed. After that phone call from the XYZ Company, she's bound to show those people what she's made of. And she's going to make Tokiya feel sorry that he ever dumped her for some other bimbo. Okay, so the girl was pretty, but still.
Fuuko's lips turn into a frown as she tried to push the picture of Tokiya kissing the girl out of her mind. No. Not this time. She's not going to let Tokiya get to her. He could go to hell for all she cares.
Her phone rings.
She fought for her life to reach to the phone as fast as she could even though she's racing with virtually no one. "Moshi moshi?!" she practically shouted into the phone.
"Huh, didn't think you'd be that excited to hear from little old nobody me," said a familiar voice at the other end.
"Oh," Fuuko said, sighing. "Hi, Masuki."
"Jeez, try to contain your excitement," Masuki said. Fuuko could practically see Masuki rolling her eyes at wherever she is.
"Why are you calling me?" Fuuko asked suspiciously. "Is something wrong? Is your husband treating you bad? You tell me what's wrong and I'll beat him to a pulp."
"Whoa!" Masuki laughed. "Hold your horses. It's not about him." Masuki's voice went deliriously high. "You didn't tell me that you actually have an audition at a record company!!!"
Fuuko raised her eyebrows, even though Masuki couldn't see it. "Wha-?" Fuuko gaped like a goldfish. "How-how did you know about it?"
Masuki lets out an exasperated sigh. "Oh my God, don't tell me you've been keeping this away from me! You're so cruel! To imagine that you're my best friend! Did you know that I found out from the paper? It had your name on it! In big bold letters too!"
Fuuko blushed. "Don't exaggerate, hun, I know you're trying to make me blush." And you've succeeded too.
"I'm not exaggerating! It's there!" Masuki giggled. "How can you not tell me about it?! I'm definitely coming! Oooh, it'll be so much fun, they're going to love you, Fuuko!"
Fuuko's lips trembled. Now that the truth is out, she's so glad that someone else finally knows about it. She can now talk to Masuki about it and Masuki in return could ensure her out of her insecurities. "I love you, Masuki!"
Masuki just laughed. "Where the hell did that come from?"
"I don't know, I'm just glad you're my best friend," Fuuko said, grinning. "Well, save your breath," Masuki said, suddenly going serious. "You do know that I'm probably going to tell your dad right?"
"Okay, now I hate you."
*****
She hated working at the diner, but she had no other choice. She's just going to wait an anticipate about the gig she'd gotten from the XYZ company that she can barely concentrate on writing more songs. For now, she'd work here for part time just to get extra cash to spend on some new clothes. New clothes for the big night, it sounded too good to be true.
A new customer came in. Fuuko plastered on a smile and looked up. "Welcome to-"
Her words died in her throat as she realized who the customer is. It's Jo.
"Hey, Jersey." Jo grinned, pretending as if nothing had ever happened between them.
"Hey," Fuuko muttered. "So, what'll you have?"
"What's the specials?"
Somehow Fuuko doubted that Jo was really there to eat and was surprised Jo was even asking her that kind of question. "Uh. some Happy Omelet. Did you know that today is an Omelet day?"
Jo lets out a chuckle. Then they both fell into an uncomfortable silence. Jo grunted something out.
"I'm sorry?" Fuuko said, raising up one eyebrow.
"I said, I'm sorry," Jo said, sighing. "I know you didn't deserve the crap that I threw at you and stuff. I guess. well. I'm just stressed out 'cause I've built Coyote Ugly from scratch you know? I don't want anyone messing it up, you know? It's my blood and tears there."
Fuuko sighed. "It's not like I have a choice, of course I forgive you." Fuuko continued to scrub the tables. "Somehow I doubt that you're just here because you wanted to apologize."
Jo grinned. "Yeah, well. You know me too well," she said. "I heard you got a gig, so I came by to say congrats and all. All that singing finally paid off, right?" Great. So now practically everyone she knows know about the gig.
Fuuko just smiles back at her-sincerely, this time. "Yeah," she said. "And I wouldn't be where I am right now if it wasn't for Coyote Ugly, huh?" Fuuko grinned, not wanting to be over melodramatic or even sappy.
"Yeah." Jo gave her a wistful smile. "Well, I guess there isn't really any point into asking you to work there again, then. You're probably gonna make it big, huh?" Fuuko scoffs. "I'm not too sure about that. You've seemed to have forgotten a little bit of my stage fright."
Jo quickly waves that off. "Yeah, right, you'll do fine!"
Fuuko laughed. "Thanks, Jo. Sorry I almost screwed up your bar."
"That's okay," Jo said, grinning. "I mean, I've worked hard for it. But I don't think you screwed it up or anything. It's been fine. We're still getting good reviews for the place. You know, I'm kind of proud of ya."
"Why?" Fuuko said, curious.
"Well, you come from. well. this place," Jo said, indicating the location of the diner. "And you adjusted fine since you came to New York. It's kind of admirable. You're like me."
Fuuko raised both of her eyebrows at that. "Huh, what do you mean by that? You're not from some lame countryside [Editor: no offence] or anything."
Jo grinned. "Wrong."
*****
"DAD!" Fuuko exclaimed. "You don't have to come with us! I'm going to be fine!" Fuuko gives Masuki a pointed look, and Masuki grinned apologetically.
"Bullshit!" Fuuko's dad practically beamed. "You know damn well that I'm so happy for you I could cry. Of course, that would just crush my ego, so I won't. XYZ Company today, Hollywood tomorrow!"
Fuuko rolled her eyes. "Hollywood's basically for acting labels, dad." Shows you just how much her dad knows about the showbiz.
Fuuko's dad coughed. "Right, I knew that. I'm just trying to offer you a lot more option than singing!"
Fuuko leered at her dad. "Uh-huh," she said. "Now shut up and let me drive." She grinned fondly at Masuki and her dad. Despite of her many protests, she's actually glad they're coming. It gives her more of an extra support. And she needed support.
"It's going to be awesome!" Masuki said, grinning. "Ne, Fuuko, why don't you drive faster or something? I mean, it's almost 9!"
"I'm trying," Fuuko said, biting her lip. "I don't understand why is it that it's suddenly extremely busy on the road when we want to arrive somewhere faster!" she said, frustrated. Finally they made it to the toll.
"Hey, Dan!" Fuuko's dad said to the toll booth's worker, grinning. "My daughter's getting an important gig today, would you mind doing some magic works, huh?"
Dan grinned and put a thumbs up.
As soon as Fuuko passed the booth [blushing furiously as she does so], fireworks and sparks came out of nowhere (well, not literally) and brightened up the night. Fuuko laughed as Masuki clapped. This is going to turn out fine after all.
*****
*Author's Notes: Woohoo! Almost done! Finally! Have you been wondering what's with the hold up for the fanfic? ^^;; I know I did. Stupid brain wouldn't work, plus I've been infinitely busy. But anyways, hopefully I can get the next one out quickly. For those who have seen the movie, are you enjoying the fic? ^^; I hope you are! I've tried my best.
