Own nothing
"For God's sake, Kei! You are not going to become a singer. If you want a career then find something stable that will have a set amount of pay. The music carrier is unpredictable and harsh." Mum was shouting at me. It's not the first time. I'd told her about an offer I'd had from a man saying he wanted to be my manager and would make me a star. To me it sounded perfect, to her...not so much.
"Says you! You're an actress! That's as unreliable as it gets. I don't even know why people hire you, you're a crap actress! You probably sleep with them or something." I didn't mean what I said but when I get angry I don't think or feel. I just say whatever I can that might win me the argument. That's why she slapped me. I'd gone a step too far and we both knew it. My head stayed to the side and tears began to fall. Not wanting to show weakness, I stormed out of the kitchen and up the long staircase to my bedroom.
The house had been silent for a good fifteen minutes-a record in our usually hectic household- when the front door opened and closed and laughing could be heard. As I listened carefully I recognized the voices of Uncle Honey and Uncle Tamaki. Dad must have invited the Host Club round. Everything would happen as it usually did when they were round. Mum, Aunty Gemini and Aunty Haruhi would stay in the kitchen for most of the night gossiping and laughing while the men stayed in the living room and talked business, made jokes, reminisced and chatted. Then an hour into the evening, Mamoru and I would be brought downstairs and the women would coo about how much we'd grown and the men would ask us questions and tease. Don't get me wrong, I loved seeing them all, it just that after the interrogations we'd be ushered to our rooms again. This was always the routine.
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Surely enough, it's been an hour and there's a knock at my door.
"Come in." I drone putting a pillow over my head but still clutching it tightly, ready to throw it at the unfortunate maid that would ask me to come downstairs.
"Long time no see." A strangely familiar voice said from the other side of the room. Pushing the pillow aside I saw a girl with long blonde hair and big coffee coloured eyes. Her grin was a mix of mischief and innocence.
"Katsumi?" I sat up and stared at her with shocked eyes. Giggling she jumped on me with her arms round my neck tight.
"It's been too long! I overheard your mother talking about the argument earlier and I had to sneak up to see you." She squealed, making the bed bounce as she sat beside me. Katsumi was one of my greatest friends for a number of reasons. Number one: we grew up together as she is Uncle Tamaki and Aunty Haruhi's daughter. Number Two: She had her mother's fragile frame which made everyone all the more surprised when she begins to act as hyper as her father. Number Three: She is the third person of our trio of troublemakers, along with Mamoru
"I think you should arrange to meet with this manager guy anyway. Then make up your own mind about it. But don't tell your mum until after you've released your second hit single." She whispered while giggling. She may be giggling but I knew she was serious and to be honest I liked the idea.
"I already said I would meet with him after school tomorrow. I wasn't sure whether to go or not but you've convinced me that I should." I smiled gratefully at her.
"Katsumi!" Calls came from downstairs. She got up and left were said and our house was strangely silent once again.