Summary: My name's Taniyama Mai, I'm twenty-three years old, and at the moment I'm in the dumps... so to speak. The only way I could get out of this was by becoming the world's most hottest band's manager, and to tell you the truth it was a harder job then it looked with monk bassists and twin devils, silent watchers and creepy boys. Oh what did I get myself into!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ghost Hunt, just the idea of this plot. Also, I don't own any of the songs I will be using in this fiction. I forgot to place that up last time. Sowwy!
Author's Rant: Hi ya! It's me Draycos again. I'm sorry it took me forever to update. I kinda drew a blank. I mean I knew how I wanted this story to go as, I just didn't think it to far through to actually make up all the chapters one after the other. So sorry for the wait. Also, I want to thank all my lovely reviewers. I didn't think I would get so many. Yes, nine is a lot for me on a first chapter. A record actually compared to my other two stories. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this new chapter for ESP!! One more thing. I want to thank my reviewer who stated about doing job interviews. Yes. I never been to one so thank you for pointing it out. I corporated it into this chapter. So thanks once again for the lovely plot idea.
Warning: Story is un'betaed!
ESP
Tests. Not only in school.
A page could be heard turning from the corner of the room, the thin sheets of color flashing onto a thin pair of glasses as the owner continued to flip through the magazine. "So, is she going to be our new manager? I have to admit she was pretty cute." A grin came onto his face as his glasses flashed in amusement, as if he cracked a joke.
"More like a sisterly cute. I liked the feel about her," replied another male with long goldish-brown hair that was tied in a neat ponytail. He was lounging in a chair, his foot up on a conveniently close table as he plucked at his guitar strings softly.
"Even though her interviewing skills are lacking her application is quite up to levels that exceeds my expectations," muttered the usually silent male of the group, his long black hair creating a veil over his eyes as he stared down patiently at a group of papers spread before him at the edge of the table the monk was currently using as a balancer.
"Well I thought she was quite foolish. I mean she should have had common sense to not mention that she's been laid off. It's common interviewing assessment," another replied humdrum-ly, as if the knowledge of weather or not this girl was going to get the job was of least importance.
"Oh would you stop it Noll! Just because she messed up on one little-"
"One little thing could change the tide of anything!"
"We're not fighting a war you stupid scientist. She was probably nervous and it accidentally slipped her mind. I thought she was quite brave to have come before us. Specially someone as difficult as you," the twin of the younger snapped. You could hear the sniffling of laughter from the monk and glasses wearer at the older twin's words. The younger on the other hand made a face.
"Anyways, we can conclude that there are three potential mangers, correct, Lin?" the lead singer of the group asked as he stared over at there bass/keyboard player.
Nodding his head Lin collected the papers together in three separate piles across the table. "That is correct. Mai though seems to have the right skills to run a job such as this."
"I would rather have that young lady managing our band then one of those psycho fan ladies," replied Yasuhara as he placed the magazine down.
"Ay' to that Yasuhara," agreed Bou-san.
"I think we should have a test," argued Naru, the twin of Gene and also known as Noll in his native English tongue. "Just by some information scribbled on a sheet of paper can't prove anything of these ladies skills. I believe we should test them by having them fulfilling our needs and booking a concert."
"I thought you weren't interested in this affair, Noll-chan," teased his twin.
"I'm not. Though if we're going to have an incompetent person running our band I'm very well going to put my opinion in, brother dear," sneered Naru.
"Well then. What exactly do you propose of the things you mention?"
"Well..."
I'm on my feet...
Yawning I woke relatively refreshed. Getting out of my cozy bed I stretched my waking aching muscles. To the left, to the right, forward, backwards, and all around I went. Sighing in contentment to my now released tension I marched straight into my kitchen to cook myself some breakfast. I was feeling eggs and bacon. Something more western today.
Heading toward the fridge I collected the necessary ingredients to make my western breakfast. It was then that I noticed the blinking on my phone. I had a message.
Turning on the fire and placing oil into the pan I laid five bacons onto said pan before going over to the phone and clicking 'Play':
Hello. This is Oliver Davis. I would like to let you know that you have been accepted to be a potential manager for our band, ESP. We would appreciate it if you could come down to Shibuya Physics Research Center at 2:00 P.M. on Saturday the eleventh. Thank you and we hope to see you soon.
I couldn't help but laugh somewhere in-between the whole message. Even if Oliver hadn't said his name I could have probably guessed who it was. His twin, Eugene, sounds so much more lively. He also sounds like a recording. Good thing I wasn't awake or I would of thought he was one and hung up at the first word out of his mouth.
Giggling at my own thoughts I walked over toward the calendar hanging on a wall in my dinning room. The eleventh, huh? Bending down I looked at the page, tracing my finger to Saturday the eleventh... which was today!
Running into my bedroom I couldn't help but think how demanding these people were. I mean right after there concert they wanted us to go over and meet them? How many people had hangovers after a concert? Or were in the hospital. Or maybe they did... other things!
Wait, I dawdler on, what if this is a test. Like... to see if you can be through a major party one day and get up and working the next. Like a model! They could be sick though if they have a title page picture to take they have to wipe that sick face away and pose like a rock-star. I was pulling on a pair of pants as I thought about this. That had to be it!
Nodding to myself something along the lines of burnt drifted under my noose. "Oh no! The bacon!" Making for my bedroom door I tripped over my tangled legs.
"Note to self. Finish putting pants on before making any attempts at moving," I sighed.
...I'm on the floor...
Shibuya Physics Research Center, formally known as SPR, was firstly known as a cancer patients research center. They were also working in clinics around England before they started research for cancer in the mid-1800s. Now the company moved outwards during the early late-1800s. Japan was the first to get hit.
SPR over the years though spread their business to other doings other then cancer research and small clinics. They were now a part of an exporting company and had a booming music industry. Which was where ESP was founded by. There first album was on the supernatural. Their newest second one was centered on living human beings and there physical and emotional doings.
This is where I found myself standing at. The Music Company of SPR. Bending my head back I was probably looking up ten floors. These boys had to be loaded since they were working under such a successful business. Loaded... and spoiled.
Sighing I stepped forward and into the receptionist area.
Why do I have a feeling this is going to be a long week?
...I'm good to go...
"You're the third lady I have had the pleasure of escorting to these boys. Who knew finding a manager was such a difficult business," the young lady with a boyish-hair cut muttered as she lead me through the fourth floor toward the last door.
"Didn't ESP have countless managers. I mean... it must be a common occurrence to be bringing countless potential people to them, right?"
"Of course. Or course... though this is only my second week working here at SPR. I wouldn't really know to much about the band. I was working as the assistant under the last manager, so I really didn't know much about these boys' past managers." Her name was Fuji Haruhi. She was a slender girl with a little above-average looks. Her personality from what I can see is great. She seems like a really gentle person.
"Here we are," she said, a big smile on her face as she stood before the door, facing me. "But just be warned," Haruhi whispered as she leaned toward me. "You're going to have a tough time getting this job. The boys are planning this test you see. So if you handle it better then the rest of the ladies then you'll be hired." I nodded my head. Then a thought struck me.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I like you. Those others are a bit... well, you know." She wiggled her brows suggestively. "I just hope that after this dumb test is over it will be all worth it, ne. Well, Ja Ne!"
I watched as Haruhi walked down the hallway back toward the silver doors of the elevator, until she disappeared into the metal doors with a quick wave of her hand and a smile.
Swallowing hard I turned my head toward the door before me. "Guess it's just me, my wits, and my sanity from here on out, huh Mai?" Taking a deep breath I turned the knob of the door, whispering to myself before pushing it open,
"You can do it Mai. You can do anything if you just put your mind to it."
Now all I need is just to hear a song I know.
Walking into the room the first person I noticed was Eugene, who had a welcoming smile on his face. "Hello, Taniyama-san."
Smiling back I bowed. "Pleasure to see you too, Davis-san."
"Please call me Gene. Davis-san is my father."
"Then I would like you to call me Mai then, Gene-kun. Taniyama-san just sounds to old for me. I am in my early twenties after all." His smile brighten.
"Then it's a compromise, Mai-chan." I couldn't help but giggle at that. Yes. Gene was already on my good list.
Before I knew it the drummer came toward me, taking my hand and planting a soft kiss barely over my finger tips, causing a tomato blush to swallow my face. "My, my Mai-chan. Don't you just look lovely today," Yasuhara said with a grin on his face.
"Hey, hey! Stop harassing the poor girl, Yasuhara!" cried Bou-san as he came behind the drummist, smacking him on the back of the head.
"Of course. Terribly sorry Takigawa. I forgot that you are my favorite. Oh, how a player I am. I don't deserve someone as loyal as you, Ta-ki-chan!" The drummist said, his grin stretching ten fold as Bou-san twitched.
"If you're going to be stuttering such nonsense, Yasuhara, I advise you to not do so in front of our guests." Turning toward Oliver I saw that he was standing near Lin, who was sitting at the moment on a chair, looking over some paperwork on the desk. The bassist looked up for a brief moment to nod his acknowledgement that I existed before turning back toward the sheets.
"All right," Gene cut in before Yasuhara could say anything, "now that we are all here I think it's time to get to business."
That's when I noticed the other two girls. They were glaring pretty hard at me. I guess it's because I got more attention from the band members perhaps? It's not like I really care. I was only in this for the money not the dates.
"Considering that there are three of you we have decided to put you all on a test. My brother has stated that even though your applications are great, that doesn't prove that you are essentially as smoothly glossed as those words."
"We are not only looking for someone who can do all of our managing business but also looking for someone who can get along with us all to make this an enjoy experience and job. So, further-ado, we devised this test. It's simple enough, though as they say: first impressions mean everything. Naru." Turning toward his twin Oliver stood from his leaning position.
"This is a two part test," the younger of the twins stated. "The first is to book a concert by the end of next week. That means you have to plan the location, deal with the management fees, the tickets, the media, and everything else."
"The second is that for the rest of the days you are to spend them with one of us. Like my brother has stated our manager has to have the flexibility to get along with all of us and our needs. So in order to test this we have decided to dedicate time out of our daily lives to spend with you. Simple enough, no? Any questions?"
Silence.
"I thought not. Now, Fuji-san will tell you who you will be meeting tomorrow, so please, follow her out."
Turning around I finally noticed - last mind you - that Haruhi had joined us. She gave me a smile and motioned us all out the door.
"All right-y then. Clare-chan you will be having Bou-san tomorrow in the afternoon." Clare was a tall, lean girl. All most like a swimmers body. Every curve and complexion was perfect. I was jealous I give you that. Good thing this wasn't based on looks or I would of been given the bronze medal.
"Now Yuki-san will have Lin-san tomorrow during the evening." We were in the elevator by now as Haruhi said this. Yuki-san was like Haruhi with the little above average looks. Though she had a more reserved air about her. I knew right away that she would be my competition out of the two.
"Mai! You will be given the honor of having Yasuhara tomorrow!" Oh geez... I get the perverted one first.
"Well I hope you girls have fun tomorrow with the boys. Oh, and remember, you have until the end of next week to plan the concert. Have a good day."
I wanna always feel like part of this was mine,
"Yeah... It's like this test to see who's the most capable to manage them."
I was in my room laying on my bed. It was nine o' clock in the evening and I was tired as hell. After leaving the SPR Corporation I went out to eat lunch, then looked about the shops in the Shibuya district. I didn't want to look bad tomorrow. I think my friends fashion worries were rubbing onto me.
"Well that sounds difficult, Mai-chan. I know you can do it though. I have faith in you!"
Sighing I agreed.
"I have to go now, Mai-chan. Call me tomorrow and tell me how your day went, okay. Ja ne!"
"Ja ne..."
Getting up I walked out of my room and into the kitchen, hanging up my phone. Looking at the calendar I smiled weakly at it.
"My first step into fame has to be spending a whole day with a pervert. Oh well." Walking back into my room I collapsed on the bed, letting sleep take its toll once more.
I wonder when Yasuhara is going to see me...
I wanna fall in love tonight.
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