Ean: Another reposted one- shot.
Nexa: Same disclaimer as usual.
Alexenne: Song is Kill the Lights by Birthday massacre, not Ean or INVU
Ean: INVU is what I would call my band. I play drums and sing :P

They were at the Concert Hall and everyone was excited for the Utau Hoshina concert.

I got up on stage, a fake smile stuck on my face. Kukai came with me, subbing for my lead guitarist who broke his hand. This might be my last concert, so I had to make it my best.

This stories missing a wishing well. no mirror to show and tell. no kiss to break a spell. I'm falling asleep. Every prince is a fantasy. The witch is inside of me. Her poison will wash away the memory.

Oh god. I hope I don't start crying. This song was too personal. The memory still raw. I had wanted a fairy tale life. My boyfriend was supposed to be my prince charming, but he ran when I told him I might be pregnant. He ran and never looked back, not even asking if I was sure.

We kill the lights and put on a show. It's all a lie but you'd never know. The star will shine and then it will fall. And you will forget it all.

This very well might be my last show. No one will remember me once the shock of me being pregnant blows over. This show is a fake. No one really cares.

And after midnight we're all the same. No glass shoe to bring us fame. No body to take the blame. We're falling apart.

This show ends at midnight, and then I'll be just like everybody else. I won't get anymore awards from the Annual Vocal Princess Award show. I always got the Cinderella award; a glass slipper. It was because my songs were all about dreams coming true and there being hope.

Every stories a waiting game. A flower for every name. Their colors are paling in the falling rain.

The only way I can know how my story ends is if I wait. I might as well enjoy my self. If it's a girl, she'll be named after a flower. Rose, Daisy, Poppy, Lilly, Pansy, and Chrysanthemum… The colors blurred as tears fell from my eyes. I needed to hold it together…

We kill the lights and put on a show. It's all a lie, but you'd never know. Your star will shine, and then it will fall. And you will forget it all.

And Kukai too. How will he react when I tell him? For some reason I have always worried about him the most. After my scumbag of a boyfriend left, I realized that I liked Kukai. He might forget me when I'm not famous. Or worse, he'll smile and make polite conversation with me, but it would be a lie. Kukai isn't Kukai if he's polite. He's smiling at me now. I bet he wouldn't smile if he knew…

Now you know it's so much better to pretend there's something waiting for you here. Every letter that you wrote has made it's way to me my dear.

I guess there's nothing left for me in show business. I read every fan letter and I love everyone ho writes them. I just can't stand to let them down like this.

You can make believe that what you say is what I want to hear.

Everyone gives me fake compliments and it drives me insane. That's not what I want to hear.

I'll keep dancing through this beautiful, delusional career.

I love singing, but I would be delusional to think it would last forever. I dance to my own music. But from now on, this baby will decide what dance I do.

Faking every tear. Looking like a compromised suicide. Keeping all my dreams alive.

I'm tired of being what people want. I won't get an abortion and I won't cry when people criticize me. I won't regret this baby. I will be happy and return to singing when my child is ready. I won't give up my dream.

Applause erupted as we finished. I smiled and walked off the stage, my band following.

"OMG! You were amazing!" Squealed Amu and the other guardians.

I just smiled at them too. "I need to change." I say, indicating my elaborate outfit.

Kukai followed me backstage to put his guitar away. "So what's wrong?"

I turned to face him. "What makes you think something is wrong?"

He runs his thumb under my eye, caressing my face. "This."

I turn away. "I have a problem."

HE snorts. "Good that you finally admit it."

I whack his shoulder. "Fine. I guess I won't tell you." I turn away and open my dressing room door.

He grabs my waist. "Wait." He whispers softly. "Tell me."

I stay facing away from him. "I- I think I'm pregnant."

He's silent. "Are you sure?"

"Not really…"

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll probably quit singing for a while so I can raise it." I start crying silently again.

"You're not getting an abortion?"

I look at him, fire in my eyes. "How dare you! You would murder an innocent baby?"

"It was a rational question." He replied calmly. "Who's the father? Does he know?"

"Yeah. HE left."

I feel his arms wrap around me. "I won't leave you, Utau. I'll stay with you as long as you want me."

"Kukai." I breathed. "I'll always want you."

"Then I'll always be with you."

"Don't make promises you can't keep…"

"Nah. This'll be easy."

"You sure?"

"Utau," he kissed me lightly on the lips, "I love you. Of course I'm sure."

"I love you too Kukai." I smile into his lips and kiss him again.

"So when do I get to kill the father?"

Ean: I think the ending was romantic. Did I rush it?
Alexenne: Did it stray too far from the lyrics?
NExa: Which format do you like better: Lyrics at end or during story?