Hi everyone! Wow, I know it's been a LONG time since I touched this story. I am sorry I haven't posted more chapters. I read what I had written so far for this story and saw that I can change a few things. So, I will be rewriting the chapters I have already made. I will try to be better at posting more chapters.

Anyways, I don't own Uta No Prince Sama, or any references I will use in this story. I only own Emi Ootori.

Rebecca Honey is owned by AnimeGirl4891.

Flat = Apartment

Chapter 1 (Rewrite)

~ AT RAGING ENTERTAINMENT AGENCY ~

~ Emi's P.O.V. ~

I stood in front of my father, in his office, with pain and disbelief in my eyes. My father has been using my composed songs for my eldest brother, Eiichi, idol group for a while now. At first, I thought it was a coincidence, but as more of my songs were being used I finally had enough.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I asked him, "Why?"

"HEAVENS needed songs," was all my father, Raging Ootori, said.

"Those songs were to show you that I can be an idol. They came from my heart and you just gave them away to Eiichi. Does he even know where the songs were mine?" I asked.

"I don't see the problem. Your songs made your brother one of the biggest idols ever. You should be happy," My father said.

"I will always be happy for the accomplishments either of my brothers make, but not like this. You stole from me dad. I want to be an idol," I said before he cut me off.

"You will never be an idol," My dad said.

"BUT, WHY?!" I asked frustrated.

"You're not talented enough to be one," my father said, "The only way that I will allow you any sort of fame would be in the background, while your brothers are the face of the agency. This conversation is over. Leave me."

I felt my heart shatter. He really wants me to do all the work, but not follow the path of an idol?

I ran out of the office into my room. Locking the door, I packed all of my belongings before calling a taxi to pick me up a block away from the agency. I left a note that I wrote for my brothers, telling them that 'I was leaving and that one day we will see each other again,' and left without anyone noticing me. I got to the cab and told him to take me to the airport. I looked back at the place I called home as the cab drove away. Tears still flowed down my cheeks but stopped once I got to the airport.

~ AT THE AIRPORT ~

I thanked the cab driver and gave him a generous tip before entering the port. I went to the receptionist area and bought my ticket to Los Angeles, California. After a long two hours of waiting, I finally got on a plane and sat down by the window. Once it was safe to do so, I pulled my laptop out of its case and began looking for places to live in. After a while of searching, I found a huge flat that was on the top floor of an apartment building. I emailed the owner of the building and we settled everything; the rent and rules of the apartment building. When that was settled, I began looking for jobs.

I stopped after a while and began to compose some songs.

~ ARRIVING ~

Grabbing my stuff I got a cab and drove to the apartment building I found. I thanked the driver as I paid him and gave him a generous tip, for the trouble of helping me bring my stuff inside the building. I walked up to the front desk where the owner of the building was and smiled at her.

"Hello, my name is Emi Ootori. I emailed you earlier about the flat on the top floor," I said to her in English.

"Of course. Emi Ootori. You wanted our main suite apartment. I assume you have the downpayment ready?" The owner said.

"Yes," I said as I paid for the flat.

The owner, Susana Lopez, gave me the key to the apartment and I made my way to the top floor. Susana helped me bring my things up and the two of us got to know each other. She was very informative and gave me some ideas about where I could apply for a job. When we made it to the top floor, which is the fifth floor, she left me to unpack.

I smiled looking around the place as I began to place my belongings away. My clothes were still in boxes as I hadn't bought any furniture yet. Checking the time, I realized that it was just after lunchtime. I locked up before heading out to get a bite to eat, then go buy at least a mattress, pillow and blanket to sleep on. As, I walked down the street, taking in everything I didn't see the teenage girl walking towards me. We bumped into each other.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going," I said embarrassed.

"It's alright," the girl said before sticking out her hand, "Rebecca Honey. But you can call me Becca or Honey."

I grabbed her hand and shook it.

"Emi Ootori," I said.

"Oh, you're Japanese! It's nice to meet you," Rebecca said, "I was on my way to go get a bite to eat. Would you like to come?"

I gave Rebecca a smile.

"Yeah. That sounds amazing," I said.

The two of us walked to a restaurant to eat.

And that was the start of a beautiful friendship.