Chapter 2: You're Singing my Heart
As I was packing my guitar in its case for the end of class, my teacher came up behind me clearing her throat, signaling she wanted to speak. "Westbrook." She said waiting for me to respond.
"Yes Mrs. Moreau?" I asked standing up straight to face her.
"You were very sloppy on the chords we were playing today, for a student that was given a full ride to Juilliard I would have expected better. Do better in the future. You're a prodigy after all…act like it!" She said with a bite in her voice.
"Yes Mrs. Moreau." I said staring at my feet, she is very intimidating for an omega.
"Look at me child not your feet!" she yelled and I immediately lifted my head with haste, "Now I normally don't speak out like this on the first day but I see a lot of potential in you Westbrook and I would regret it if I let you become lazy, you need to work harder for now on even though you clearly have a natural talent with the guitar. Stop using so much emotion in your music and play it by the book and exactly by the book, not your own spin of things understand?!" I nodded, "Come again?!"
"Yes Mrs. Moreau." I said firmly while looking at her in the eyes.
She stared at me for a second searching in my eyes to find the slightest sign of weakness and when she was satisfied that there wasn't she nodded curtly, "Very well. You may leave, but be sure to think over what I've told you today, Westbrook." She said turning around to walk back to her desk.
"Yes Mrs. Moreau." I said scrambling for my stuff and rushing out of the classroom.
"Ugh I could use a warm shower right now." I groaned to myself as I walked down the hallway to head back to my dormitory. I checked my phone to see the time, it was 1 o'clock and I had received a message from Opal.
Opal- Bring your ass home…. I'm waiting.
On second thought…. I thought as I turned around to head back toward the Jazz Rehearsal room, "I think that I'll practice my guitar for a little bit." I said full out trying to avoid Opal for as long as I can.
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Asami (Third person POV)
After her private class with her teacher Mr. Leroy, Asami wasn't really in the mood to interact with anyone else but her pillow at her dorm room but of course her father didn't get the memo when he called her and demanded her to stop by his office at future industries. Asami dreaded this as she hoped in her car, because she knew exactly what this was about.
She walked into his office and sat down on the couch as she waited for her father to wrap up the meeting he was in. she looked around the office and her eyes landed on a family picture on the wall behind Hiroshi's office chair. A little Asami stood in the middle giving a toothy grin to the camera as her parents behind her pecked each other on the lips. Asami remembered that day, that was the day they had went on vacation to California and visited the beach…..when life was simple and everyone was happy. Another picture laid on Hiroshi's desk facing toward her, in this one she sat on her mother's lap giving a crooked smile while her mother smiled too and held Asami tight like it was the last time they'll be this close…. well because it was the last time they were that close.
Yasuko Sato, mother of Asami Sato, and Wife of Hiroshi Sato was the most beautiful women that ever lived, in Asami's opinion, and was taken from this world too soon. Asami was only 7 years old when she lost her mother and life hasn't been the same since then. When she was 9 years old Hiroshi put Asami in self-defense classes in a way to protect her from threats in the world, and it gave him peace of mind knowing she could handle herself when the time came. But her father was very restless with the training which took away from her childhood. Asami needed an escape and that escape was the piano, already knowing how to play, from lessons from her mother before she died, she practiced and practiced until she perfected her craft, even singing songs when she discovered that she had a voice.
One day Asami sang a song at school to her best friends at lunch and there was a crowd that started to form to watch. The good days since her mother died were starting to come back and Asami started to look forward to coming to school for once, putting on a show for her fellow classmates and earning friends that she didn't have back in her younger childhood days.
But all of that was ruined the day she hit puberty at 13 years old and discovered she was an omega. Her overprotective father forced Asami to be homeschooled, and made sure that her teacher was a beta. Even going as far as firing all of the Alpha servants in their mansion and replacing them with betas, which left half of their staff unemployed.
Asami was miserable growing up and wished everyday that she could go back in time to save her mother from death, because if Yasuko wasn't dead everyone would still be happy….
Hiroshi walked in the office and sat at his desk without even greeting his daughter. He put his reading glasses on and started to look through the papers his secretary left on his desk. Asami got up from her seat to stand in front of him and made herself known. "Hello sir." She said as she stood straight with her hands behind her back giving a business approach.
"Asami how are doing today." Hiroshi responded still flipping through the papers and not looking up from them.
Asami frowned at her father as he continued to not acknowledge her, "I'm doing well. what is it you wanted to speak with me about?" she asked.
Signing one of the papers, "How's school?" He asked back ignoring her question.
Asami sighed as she was starting to get irritated. "School is fine I had a private lesson with Mr. Leroy for the piano-" Asami started but was cut off.
"Grades?" Hiroshi queried, reading one of the papers.
Asami closed her eyes and took a breath to calm herself, "My grades are fine I have straight A's at the moment."
"Good keep them that way."
"I will sir." Asami responded waiting for Hiroshi to ask another question but she was greeted with silence. "Why am I here?" She asked again, but Hiroshi continued to flip, read, and sign through the papers like she wasn't in the room. Asami lost it and stumped her foot on the ground, "Dad why am I here?! If you don't have anything to say to me why even bother to waste my time?!"
Hiroshi paused in his actions taking off his reading glasses he looked up at Asami matching the same frown she was sporting. "Watch your tone with me young lady!" Hiroshi shouted as he pointed a finger at her, Asami flinched from her father's sudden outburst. "Sit!" Hiroshi demanded as he pointed to the seat in front of his desk, and Asami swiftly sat down. "Now I don't know when you're going to get over this music phase of yours but it needs to happen soon, we have a company that needs to be ran for god sakes and you need to run it!"
"I know sir." Asami said fighting mentally to not breakdown and cry as she looked at her father in his eyes, because she knew full well that if she looked down he would slap her.
"Ha you know?" He said hysterically, "Asami your 20 years old when are you going to wake up? Huh, when?" he said as he got up from his desk, and started to pass behind her as he continued to talk, "Now I entertained this music idea, but you're going to have to come out of it soon!"
"Sir you know how I feel about music…. it's my calling, it's what I love to do." Asami said still faced the other way from her father.
"This is your calling Asami," Hiroshi expressed, "It's in your blood Asami and I won't let anyone else run this company but you, because you are the only one who knows how!" He expressed again. "That's why by the end of this year I'm taking you out of Juilliard and you're going to attend Yeshiva University here in New York, where you'll major in business and minor in engineering." Hiroshi said as he came to a stop behind Asami.
Asami drooped her head and balled her fist in her lap as tears escaped her eyes. "No." she muffled out through the tears.
"excuse me?!" Hiroshi yelled.
Asami stood from her seat and stared daggers at her father angry tears running down her cheeks, "I said no! I'm not quitting, this is my dream and I'm going to fulfill it!" She screamed her balled fist to her sides.
"You will take over this company when I'm dead and gone Asami and that's final!" Hiroshi screamed back as he walked back to his desk to finish his paper work leaving Asami stunned with tears still running down her face. He sat down and put his glasses on and looked down at his papers and said, "We're done here you may leave." He said in a voice that gave chills down Asami's spine.
Asami gathered her composure, wiped her tears, picked up her purse that she left on the couch and walked to the door to leave but not without saying one last thing. With her back turned away from him, "She would've supported me." And with that she left his office.
Hiroshi sighed sadly after hearing that, pushed his glasses up on his nose and continued to sort through the paperwork.
Asami couldn't go to her dorm after that so she headed for the school to blow off some steam on the piano….
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Korra (POV)
I strummed my guitar as I played the song from the book my teacher passed out today in class. The song was a basic but it wasn't doing anything for me as I quickly got bored with it. I flipped to the last song in the book which I'm guessing is supposed to be more advanced but it was no problem to play it for me. I started to get into the song so much so that I was rocking my head back in forth, even playing different keys for some parts instead of what was on the book. It made the song so much better and I got excited getting up from my chair to finish the song while I danced with my guitar rocking back in forth with the instrument.
I looked at myself in the wall mirror as I finished the song smiling at myself. I was about to play another song when an idea popped in my head, I pulled out a sheet of paper and searched through the depths of my memory for the song that girl was singing earlier today. I wrote down the lyrics that I heard and put it on the music stand, I tuned my guitar to the right tune and stepped back from the stand to look at myself in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, I started to strum the song on my guitar….
"What is it with you, you never sleep alone girl you won't listen to
Me, won't listen to your home girls you don't need a man
You say that shit but I see right through, right through….
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Asami (Third person POV)
Asami wiped her eyes again for what seemed like the umpteenth time. Walking into the school it was 5:30 in the afternoon and around this time teachers are ether wrapping up their last lesson or grading papers, while students or ether studying or practicing in one of the music rooms.
Asami walked through the vacant hallway heading to her usual room, room 340, to practice by herself because she knew Mr. Leroy didn't have a class at this hour. She was about to enter the room but stopped when she saw some girl playing a guitar and singing.
"What is it with you constantly fighting me and lying to me
tryin' me one of these days I'll be gone, what is it
with you, you haven't been the same since you got a new man,
changed your hair started spending all of his money….
tell me how'd you get so codependent girl, all of his money….
justify your independence girl
tell me how do you cope with it….
How do you sleep with yourself at night…
How do you cope with it, how do you sleep with yourself at night….
Proud of you, proud of you go head girl make daddy proud of you spending
His money!"
Asami was mesmerized by the girl's talent, absolutely entranced, but quickly snapped out of it when she noticed the song she was singing. How does she know this song?! I wrote this song so how?! Asami thought suddenly infuriated. She stormed into the Jazz room and knocked down the music stand.
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Korra (POV)
I was starting to get into the song strumming my guitar harder and with emotion as I danced in the mirror the song lyrics giving me life with each verse, when suddenly someone came in the room and knocked the music stand down causing me to stop.
It was a woman but not just any women it was her…..the one who sung this song. She pushed me really hard that it caused me to fall on the floor. She stood over me sobbing but frowning all the same. I tried to get up be she knocked me back down and climbed on top of me and whaled on me hitting my chest with her punches, but they didn't hurt. She sobbed and sobbed and her tears fell from her eyes and onto my shirt when she finally got tried she just cried and sobbed while her fits rested on my chest.
I looked up at her in confusion and guilt wondering what hurt this girl and better yet, who? I rubbed her shoulder to console her and she covered her eyes and sobbed laying her head on my chest and sobbed some more, rubbing her back I said, "I'm sorry." As if I knew what she was going through.
"Why are you apologizing?!" She said as she climbed off to stand up. She turned her back from me as she held herself, "You don't know anything about me!" She snapped again.
"No, I don't," I said as I started to stand up as well, "But I can image…...how you must feel…. how someone must have hurt you, so for that I'm sorr-"
"Shut the hell up!" She yelled her voice cracking as she started to cry again. "Don't sit there and talk to me like I'm some child!"
"Hey why are you getting angry with me in the first place huh?!" I shouted back, "I didn't even do anything to you, you came in here and stirred up this mess!"
"You were singing my song!" She shrieked turning around and pointing her finger in my face. "You were singing….my song." She repeated tears coming down her face again.
I looked at her with guilt, any musician would tell you that singing or playing another one's song that wasn't even finished yet is considered and insult. I started to walk toward her but she pushed me back. "I'm sorry." I said looking down at my feet.
"Ha your sorry." She said hysterically, "I haven't even finished writing the song what were you going to do after you had sang all of what you heard huh? What?"
"I-I was going to continue writing it and-"
"That's all I needed to hear…" She said looking at me with disgust and wiping her tears away. She walked over to the music stand to pick it up, and brought it over to the piano. She sat down on the stool and rested her hands on the keys.
"I-I'll get out of your hair l-let me just grab my things." I said as I moved swiftly to pack my things.
"No!" she yelled, and I stopped my actions, "Come sing the song with me." She said calmly looking down at her fingers.
I hesitated for a second question if that was a good idea, but I nodded my head and approached her cautiously. Grabbing my guitar and standing in front of the music stand, I looked at her and before we started to play I introduced myself, "I'm Korra by the way."
"Asami." She responded giving me a warm smile, "I want you to sing my song like you did earlier, but I want you to sing your heart out with me….ok?" she asked.
I nodded firmly, "Ok!" I said with enthusiasm.
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Authors Note: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter there was a lot of heart to heat and past stories from Asami's side. This is a Korrasami fanfic, let me assure you, but there will possibly be a Korra x Opal SMUT next chapter I just haven't decided yet (Should I do it?) ;) but for now thoughts are always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Asami didn't really write that song let's just pretend she did lol.