One Week in Our Lives
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, ok? Although just out of interest, I DID write Matt's song at the end of this chapter.
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Part Two: The Lowest Week of my Life
*Matt*
As the last note echoed through the packed arena, the audience went wild. I breathed a sigh of relief and pushed back my hair. Like always, Emelesce had brought down the house. Now to avoid the screaming crowds as they tried to force their way onto the stage. Thank goodness for security.
Oh, no, not again. Journalists. I thought once I'd never get tired of all the attention. With a tilt of my hand I wave the Press crew over to TK. He's good at dealing with this sort of thing.
"Yes, it has been a great concert. No, I don't know what's up with Matt. Yes, he is my brother, but a guy's got to keep some air of mystery when he's a rock star." Good answer, TK. The press had been trying for weeks to get to the bottom of my silence. They'd have a hard job. Only I knew the reason, and I wouldn't- couldn't- tell.
Somebody passed me a glass of water. I drank it thirstily. All those vocals had made my throat incredibly sore. I glanced sympathetically at my bass guitarist, still being interrogated.
"And one more thing, Takeru- may I call you Takeru? I was wondering if you could shed any light on the name Emel-"
"If we've told you once," interrupted TK, "we've told you a thousand times, Matt refuses to say why he picked that name. Now could you please get off stage, the crowd want an encore."
Oh, yes. Emelesce. That set them off almost as much as the whole silence thing- though so far nobody had even suggested a connection. The articles in music magazines had been about style, mostly. "Emelesce: Does the enigmatic new name signal a deeper side to Matt Ishida?" It did, all right. More than they'd ever know. Then I shocked them more, started the silent treatment. At first they thought it was just for their benefit, rock hero Matt trying to appear stony and untouchable. Then they found out I didn't talk to my parents, to TK. Scandal alert. "Does Matt need therapy?" Again, many a true word.
"OK, people. Calm down." TK was brilliant. "We'll do an encore. What do you want?" He listened carefully to the explosion of noise. "Right, Matt. 'Know You' seems to be the done thing. Let's do it and get out of here." Know You. My first ballad number. Somehow it seemed to strike more than a musical chord.
I knew that TK sensed something was wrong. But without my words he didn't know exactly what, and I meant to keep it that way.
Sometimes I did wonder if it would be better just to trust in someone, to tell them what was making me feel this way. But I just couldn't, that was the thing. If the secret got out I'd end up hurting some of the people I would never want to hurt. Some of my best friends.
"Quiet, you lot, please! Do you want to hear Matt or not?" TK struck up a soft chord from the back of the stage. My cue.
"I know you, I know the light in your eyes,
I know you, I know the shimmer in your smile,
I know you, I know how you laugh, how you cry,
and now I know- how I wish I'd never known you."
No. Never, ever tell. It was far better to get carried away by the music, to fly on currents of melody so high that it hurt when I had to come down, just for the peace it brought. Music, my constant love ever since I used to play harmonica by moonlight. Sad melody and haunting chords. I looked at the white spotlight illuminating the crowd. Not so different really.
I know you, I know the love that fills your heart
I know you, and what you think of when light turns to dark..
I know you, but I know there's something can't be ours
I know you..
And now I wish I'd never known you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, ok? Although just out of interest, I DID write Matt's song at the end of this chapter.
........
Part Two: The Lowest Week of my Life
*Matt*
As the last note echoed through the packed arena, the audience went wild. I breathed a sigh of relief and pushed back my hair. Like always, Emelesce had brought down the house. Now to avoid the screaming crowds as they tried to force their way onto the stage. Thank goodness for security.
Oh, no, not again. Journalists. I thought once I'd never get tired of all the attention. With a tilt of my hand I wave the Press crew over to TK. He's good at dealing with this sort of thing.
"Yes, it has been a great concert. No, I don't know what's up with Matt. Yes, he is my brother, but a guy's got to keep some air of mystery when he's a rock star." Good answer, TK. The press had been trying for weeks to get to the bottom of my silence. They'd have a hard job. Only I knew the reason, and I wouldn't- couldn't- tell.
Somebody passed me a glass of water. I drank it thirstily. All those vocals had made my throat incredibly sore. I glanced sympathetically at my bass guitarist, still being interrogated.
"And one more thing, Takeru- may I call you Takeru? I was wondering if you could shed any light on the name Emel-"
"If we've told you once," interrupted TK, "we've told you a thousand times, Matt refuses to say why he picked that name. Now could you please get off stage, the crowd want an encore."
Oh, yes. Emelesce. That set them off almost as much as the whole silence thing- though so far nobody had even suggested a connection. The articles in music magazines had been about style, mostly. "Emelesce: Does the enigmatic new name signal a deeper side to Matt Ishida?" It did, all right. More than they'd ever know. Then I shocked them more, started the silent treatment. At first they thought it was just for their benefit, rock hero Matt trying to appear stony and untouchable. Then they found out I didn't talk to my parents, to TK. Scandal alert. "Does Matt need therapy?" Again, many a true word.
"OK, people. Calm down." TK was brilliant. "We'll do an encore. What do you want?" He listened carefully to the explosion of noise. "Right, Matt. 'Know You' seems to be the done thing. Let's do it and get out of here." Know You. My first ballad number. Somehow it seemed to strike more than a musical chord.
I knew that TK sensed something was wrong. But without my words he didn't know exactly what, and I meant to keep it that way.
Sometimes I did wonder if it would be better just to trust in someone, to tell them what was making me feel this way. But I just couldn't, that was the thing. If the secret got out I'd end up hurting some of the people I would never want to hurt. Some of my best friends.
"Quiet, you lot, please! Do you want to hear Matt or not?" TK struck up a soft chord from the back of the stage. My cue.
"I know you, I know the light in your eyes,
I know you, I know the shimmer in your smile,
I know you, I know how you laugh, how you cry,
and now I know- how I wish I'd never known you."
No. Never, ever tell. It was far better to get carried away by the music, to fly on currents of melody so high that it hurt when I had to come down, just for the peace it brought. Music, my constant love ever since I used to play harmonica by moonlight. Sad melody and haunting chords. I looked at the white spotlight illuminating the crowd. Not so different really.
I know you, I know the love that fills your heart
I know you, and what you think of when light turns to dark..
I know you, but I know there's something can't be ours
I know you..
And now I wish I'd never known you.