Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue. The song belongs to Jesse McCartney - "Beautiful Soul"
Eyes On Me
Chapter 3: Reality Of Life.
She should be studying for exams, but even if she tried, she'd fall asleep before anything else. So, what's a girl to do when faced with boredom and bordering depression?
She grabbed the remote from the floor and flipped on the TV. She hasn't watched it in a while. The last time Sango came over, she was watching some music channel. May be some music would help. Without looking at the screen she dropped she remote to the floor and listened to the intro of some song.
The first verse of the song spilled from the speakers and her eyes snapped open.
"I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul"
Her head spun towards the TV, so fast, it was a surprise it didn't snap. There he was. The guy in the TV. Silver hair, golden eyes, beautiful voice. Black pants hung on his waist, a white tee covered by a black one left open. A silver chain around his neck and one ear ring.
"I know that you are something special
To you I'd be always faithful
I want to be what you always needed
Then I hope you'll see the heart in me"
Her eyes widened at the lyrics. This was so beautifully honest. She fell back on the bed listening to the rest of the song. She loved this. Who was this guy? She never saw him on TV before. She looked back at the TV. The song was ending and at the corner, it read: "InuYasha – Beautiful Soul – Released 2005." No, she definitely never heard of him before.
The screen blinked to the studio after the last beats of the song faded. The host looked up with a smile and waved to the camera, then turned to the guest.
"So, InuYasha, we want to thank you for coming down today. It's wonderful to have you here. Since your hit song was played, it scored top on all radio's and music stations."
He grinned at the camera, and turned to the host. "Yeah, thanks. But you know how it is, when inspiration hits, you just follow it."
The host nodded, reading the next question of the list. "So, it's a great song. How did you come up with it? I mean, it's not that common."
The star looked down, fingers strung together. He chuckled lightly at the memory, and then cocked his head to the side, looking up a bit with a sheepish look on his face. "Actually, I wrote this song as a sort of confession. I mean, yeah, it sounds corny and stuff, but there aren't a lot of people out there, who are beautiful on the inside. There are a lot who are pretty, or beautiful, but it's not the important thing. I wrote this song after I met a bunch of girls. They were all models and all perfect and flawless. But after a conversation with a few of them, I just realized how that beauty turns into something ugly. This world today, it's controlled by power, money, greed. It's sad how no one cares about any one else. It's sad how a kid can fall, and another one would stand and laugh. It's sad how a person can feel alone in a room full of people. I've met a lot of people before. And to be honest, I wouldn't have said I enjoyed meeting 85 of them. To find a beautiful person in like finding a dollar, but to find a beautiful person on the inside, is like finding a lifetime supply of money. I know this sounds stupid, and probably offends some people, because, hey, who doesn't want money right? But most times, you can find so much more when you close your eyes to greed, and just look at the simple things. At the beautiful ones..."
The host stared at him. The room has gone quiet. Not one person made a sound. And then the applause erupted around the room. Whistles and cat calls bounced of the walls and clapping gave it a background. The star shook his head with a small smile. Yeah, they listened to what he said. But out of the whole room, may be only two understood what he meant. He looked at the camera with piercing golden eyes. Honesty shone through them. Sincerity with a background.
Kagome stared at the TV. Unmoving. She was hypnotized by his speech. The camera closed in on his face. She blinked her eyes. A lone tear trailed down her cheek. She was crying.
She understood.
The host stopped clapping still smiling ridiculously without any clue as to what the hell the speech meant and said to the camera that they are cutting on commercial break and that it was nice to talk to the star. He smiled and waved to the camera, walking out of the room as applause erupted once again.
A few girls threw their phone numbers after him, while others screamed their love confessions after him. A few roses and teddy bears flew his way, he caught one stuffed toy. Looking at it, he bends down and handed it to a little six year old girl. Her eyes widened and she squealed, grabbing the bear. Throwing one arm around the star, she whispered something in his ear. He nodded and stood up after she let go. With a small shake of his head, he disappeared from view.
She lay on her bed, eyes glazed over going over his words in her head. He just seemed so honest, it almost hurt. And at the same time, it was so beautiful.
With a shake of her head, she turned off the TV, cutting off the further prepared speech of the host. That woman didn't know anything beyond the shade of her fake hair colour.
She walked over to the corner of the room where her small computer desk sat. She connected to the internet, uploading a new song. Two minutes later, it was complete. She clicked on it, and the lyrics spilled forth. It was the same song. A smile settled on her face. Changing the features of the song to replay, she left it on as she crawled into bed, pulling the blankets over herself. The cool autumn wind blew the curtains over the balcony door, but she didn't mind. The air was clean after the rain. She fell asleep to the lullaby of the song.
Some where, in another city, InuYasha stood in his balcony, looking over the people running around trying to escape the rain. He sighed as he heard the phone ring. They never would leave him alone. So then, they could go and screw them selves, because he was not going to pick it up. The answering machine clicked on, and his manager left another useless message. He really should change his phone number.
With another glance down, he headed back inside his hotel room. He had to get some rest. They were supposed to film a new video in some rundown neighborhood tomorrow.
That was bound to be interesting…
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later
Kira.