May 25th 1994 AD
Daisuke Honda lay awake on his bed, staring at the ceiling. A little under a decade ago this whole thing would have been unreal. But here he was, closer to the fourtieth anniversary of the film that inspired this insane adventure.
Granted it was months away but he felt like it would be a great time to take a break from all this flash, glitz, and glamour. Heck, he'd be happy to be with his family again just so he could talk in Japanese again. His agent only talked in english, trying to keep aloft of his lowly homeland.
Being on the tour circut going through America and Europe didn't help matters, especially the was only the first three days he just went through. Three months of America, Three in Europe. It was so unreal even nine years in.
Letting a sigh escape he stood up a walked towards the window. From where he was he could appreciate that San Fran was a beautiful city. Owning an apartment here would be nice for summers. At least once he retired.
A knock on the door snatched that thought away for a good while. Opening the door for his agent was always amusing. The man never failed to be in hysterics.
"WHAT ARE DOING! You slept in! Our plane leaves soon enough for me to think we aren't going to make it, and if we get to Los Angeles any later than four hour hours early for you show I can't direct the crew to build the stage just right and we'd check in late, that's poor form you know, and you might be tired and have a terrible preformance-"
He certainly wasn't going to disappoint today. Daisuke gestured for the tall, and for now red-faced, man to pause his rambling.
"Mr. Yamashida, has Godzilla ever had a truly awful preformance? Don't answer that, we both know the answer is no. Has Ken ever failed to properly ready a venue without your supervision? No. Have the fans ever boo'ed our preformance off the stage? No. Will half an hour wreck this entire tour? No. Especially since we planned to arrive four early."
Mr. Yamashida stammered.
"I'm just worried-"
"And you always do. I planned out this trip along with the managerial crew. I have contingencies in place. Hence why we gave our selves four hours."
Mr. Yamashida shook his head. He relaxed, taking a deep breath.
"Well, we can still make the first plane. Can we please do that Daisuke?"
"Yes, fifteen minutes, I'll be out. Fair enough?"
The agent nodded and left the hotel room. Daisuke fulfilled his promise, and soon enough they were in the air soaring high above the USA. Kinda like Rodan would be in a song he was drafting. His luck it'd be ready in time for fiftieth anniversary album. Rodan was notoriously lax on schedules. Smiling at that, looking at the clouds Daisuke leaned into his seat. This was a good moment to be in.