8.
There are some people who find it hard to smile when they feel like the world around them is crumbling to pieces, I just think those people haven't had enough practice at it. I on the other hand have had plenty of practice at acting happy for the groupies. During the autograph signings we had before every concert I did enough smiling for all of Japan to live on for the rest of their lives. All those flashing cameras and yelling girls, not to mention the boob signing and what-not. You'd think I would've atleast had something else to focus on other than T.K. But I didn't.
The whole time Takeru was the only thing on my mind. It didn't matter whose boob I was signing I would've preferred to be writing on his body. Which was probably sick and disgusting...but as T.K. had pointed out so brilliantly, if it didn't feel disgusting how could it be? He had to be right because I was beginning to think I was going to be sick if I had to go a whole day without him.
I pulled on the ends of my long sleeved black shirt, it clung to my arms and hung with the slightest slack around my torso. That on top of the leather pants and I had to say I was looking pretty decent. Everybody else seemed to agree too although I'd almost been viciously mauled by a girl who was complaining about the fact that I had sunglasses on. I didn't see why anyone needed to see my bloodshot eyes. Besides I had an excuse. Rock star...hello?
Autograph signing bled into concert, I performed just as well as I usually did. Every ounce of my ability forced into singing the notes of the music I'd written with my own concentration...and a little help from the band. The audience blended into one big mass of people. Not a face stood out from the others, nobody was special. They were all just fans, people who thought they loved me but would never have if they knew who I really was. There was only person who knew the real me and still loved me for it. And it wasn't Tai.
The music slowed down to our closing number, a slow ballad written for a special someone who I'd never told it was for. I closed my eyes for a moment letting my mind and voice adjust to the new rhythm and when I opened them again I was surprised at what I saw. Takeru sitting in the fourth row staring at me without an ounce of dislike in his eyes. I smiled and this time it wasn't forced, our eyes held on to eachother. The good thing was that I don't think anyone noticed except him.
But I do think he knew that I was singing the song just for him. And that was how it was supposed to be when you wrote a song for somebody. When the song ended he stood up from his chair and walked around the side of the crowd. Was he going to leave? My heart jumped into my throat, it was hard to resist throwing down the microphone and running after him but somehow I managed to look back at the audience and offer a quick closing speech before I turned and walked off the stage.
There are some people who find it hard to smile when they feel like the world around them is crumbling to pieces, I just think those people haven't had enough practice at it. I on the other hand have had plenty of practice at acting happy for the groupies. During the autograph signings we had before every concert I did enough smiling for all of Japan to live on for the rest of their lives. All those flashing cameras and yelling girls, not to mention the boob signing and what-not. You'd think I would've atleast had something else to focus on other than T.K. But I didn't.
The whole time Takeru was the only thing on my mind. It didn't matter whose boob I was signing I would've preferred to be writing on his body. Which was probably sick and disgusting...but as T.K. had pointed out so brilliantly, if it didn't feel disgusting how could it be? He had to be right because I was beginning to think I was going to be sick if I had to go a whole day without him.
I pulled on the ends of my long sleeved black shirt, it clung to my arms and hung with the slightest slack around my torso. That on top of the leather pants and I had to say I was looking pretty decent. Everybody else seemed to agree too although I'd almost been viciously mauled by a girl who was complaining about the fact that I had sunglasses on. I didn't see why anyone needed to see my bloodshot eyes. Besides I had an excuse. Rock star...hello?
Autograph signing bled into concert, I performed just as well as I usually did. Every ounce of my ability forced into singing the notes of the music I'd written with my own concentration...and a little help from the band. The audience blended into one big mass of people. Not a face stood out from the others, nobody was special. They were all just fans, people who thought they loved me but would never have if they knew who I really was. There was only person who knew the real me and still loved me for it. And it wasn't Tai.
The music slowed down to our closing number, a slow ballad written for a special someone who I'd never told it was for. I closed my eyes for a moment letting my mind and voice adjust to the new rhythm and when I opened them again I was surprised at what I saw. Takeru sitting in the fourth row staring at me without an ounce of dislike in his eyes. I smiled and this time it wasn't forced, our eyes held on to eachother. The good thing was that I don't think anyone noticed except him.
But I do think he knew that I was singing the song just for him. And that was how it was supposed to be when you wrote a song for somebody. When the song ended he stood up from his chair and walked around the side of the crowd. Was he going to leave? My heart jumped into my throat, it was hard to resist throwing down the microphone and running after him but somehow I managed to look back at the audience and offer a quick closing speech before I turned and walked off the stage.