What Dreams Are Made Of
He was just a normal 16-year-old kid. She was a 16-year-old singing sensation. When T.K. Takaishi crossed paths with Raeven Starr on her Starr-light Tour in Odaiba, he never realized exactly what would come of it…
A/N: Just to note that 02 never happened, hence Davis, Ken, Yolei and Cody will not be in this. And Raeven is not an OC. So if you're smart, it's really not all that difficult to figure out who Raeven is.
DISCLAIMER: I may not own Raeven, but I do own the hopefully-fictional Eternal Records and the following people: *prepares for long spiel* Roald, Robynn, Raphael, Roscoe, Romeo, Rachelle, Rissa, Rosalie, Rhett, Raymie, Roxie, Lee, Laraine, Jakes, Andy, Jackie, Birch and Alessa. Oh! And Damion.
CHAPTER 1 The Starr-light Tour Comes to Odaiba
May 13, 2006
"T.K.! Matt's on the phone for you! And turn that down, for heaven's sake! I can only take so much sugary pop!"
"Sugary?" 16-year-old T.K. yelped. "Ma, it's not food! And it's not really pop!"
"Just answer the phone, T.K.!"
T.K. picked up the phone. "Hey, Matt."
"Mom all Raeven Starr-ed out?" 20-year-old Matt Ishida asked rhetorically. "Speaking of Raeven Starr, guess who gets to open for her when the Starr-light Tour comes to Odaiba in a couple of days?"
"No way!" T.K. yelped. "You, Mr. Rock-Star, are opening for Ms. Teen-Pop-Star?"
"Hey, she's the music world's sweetheart. I open for her, I gain popularity. I become world famous. Raeven Starr will open for me someday soon."
"Very systematic, Matt," T.K. laughed. "So are you taking Sora out with you?"
"Actually, I didn't even think of asking her." Matt answered. "I was thinking, to make up for missing your birthday last month, this is my belated birthday gift to you. A free pass to the entire week's shows."
T.K. was speechless.
"I take that as a yes, or are you dumping me?" Matt teased. "'Cause you know, I can always talk Tai in going or something. He wouldn't pass up a free concert, even if he did have to work for it."
'No!" T.K. yelped. "Yes, I mean, I will go. I'm just… stunned. Wait a minute. Did you say work?"
"Yeah. I can't score actual tickets, so you come along as part of the sound crew and get to see the concert for free any way. And get paid, too. It's a good deal."
When T.K. finally got off the phone with his brother, he switched the Raeven Starr CD he was listening to, to one of his favourite songs, Hope and Light. The title always reminded him of himself and Kari. Then he remembered it was Kari's birthday today. That is, if it was ever really her birthday. 'Well, happy birthday, any way, Kari. Wherever you are.'
May 14, 2006
"Matt, are you sure we were supposed to meet here at 5?" Kenji Jumushi asked suspiciously.
"That's what they said." Matt said patiently, pushing a strand of blonde hair out of his face. He didn't want to admit it to his three-already irked bandmates, but he was beginning to doubt his hearing.
"How do we know Raeven Starr isn't, like, Britney Spears or something?" Kenji asked suddenly. "I mean, nobody's ever seen her face before this tour and they don't publish pictures or broadcast it. Nobody even tried to describe her."
With an expression of 'What kind of junk is that?!' on his face, Matt was about to respond when the sound of feet approaching was heard.
The door swung open and the first person who entered the room was a black-suited and thickly-built man, who held the door as a teenage girl, with long and fine light brown hair entered the room. Her eyes' colour was hidden by the amber sunglasses she wore. Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail and she was wearing black stretch flare pants with a black spaghetti-strap top, on top of which was a long thin sky blue overshirt. One of those ones the girls all seemed to be into, with the uneven bottoms and flared uneven sleeves and curving seams. She was wearing black platform sneakers, which gave her the extra inch or so that she needed. Behind her came a casually-dressed young man only a few years older than T.K. and a few years younger than Matt.
Taking off the sunglasses, her eyes were revealed to be a soft amber almost identical to the lenses of the sunglasses. Not a ravishing beauty by today's terms, but beautiful in the simplicity. She would blend into a crowd easily if it wasn't for the eyes.
For once, Kenji seemed to have been struck dumb, but the percussionist Kito Ijio sure wasn't. "Hey, good-looking."
"Watch it," the young man snapped, stepping forward.
The girl laid a hand on his arm. "Jakes," she said quietly. He relaxed and stepped back. Then she stepped forward, looking directly at Matt. "I presume you're Yamato Ishida." She said.
"Please, call me Matt," Matt winced. "My real name sounds like a tomato juice."
"It is a tomato juice," T.K. said absentedly.
"Shut up, T.K."
"All right, Matt." She acquiesced, amber eyes flickering over to T.K. for a moment before resettling back on Matt. "I'm Raeven Starr."
Kenji got over his stupor and elbowed Matt out of the way. "Miss Starr, I'm Kenji Jumushi, and this is my phone number. Give me a ring if you want a tour of Odaiba one night."
"Sorry to disappoint you, but—"
"Jakes!" Raeven said sternly. Kenji got the message, though, and backed off. The young man, who was obviously Jakes, looked slightly mollified.
Kito stepped forward now. "Allow me to extend the finesse that Kenji lacks and Matt has no need of. I am Kito Ijio, the percussionist. Matt is our fearless leader and lead vocalist and guitarist. Kenji is our back-up guitarist. And Yoko Kenkake over there is our pianist."
"A pleasure to meet all of you." Raeven responded sweetly, obviously seeing right through the subtlety and not responding to the flirtations. "I'm sure they said there was only four of you, though." She looked again at T.K.
"Oh, that's my brother, T.K.," Matt quickly said. "He's with our sound crew."
T.K. took the hint and slipped out of the room to the sound room.