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Now to the main attraction. Here's the chapter four, I apologize for the lack of action, this was all I could manage for now. [Just an FYI, this chapter covers Matt's thoughts on the video, Sora, and a explanation of how he had gotten a solo contract through flashback, the likes. I suggest you read it if you want to be filled in on the gaps that may occur later.] I do not own anything mentioned.

Note: On 7/16/13' [Sincere apologies for the gigantic gap of time between edits] this chapter was revised. That should sound familiar by now.

Just So you know Sora

Chapter 4: In a Day's Work

"Great job, Matt. One of your best works yet. I may be seeing a major hit in the making here."

Rising from a his chair from behind a panel of controls, the chair screeched as it rubbed against the hardwood floor. The man, Zack Costello. His nametag was worn proud, high on his custom tailored suit , initials woven in red on his right chest. Underneath his name read 'Manager: Yamato Ishida'. He applauded, smiling widely in unhidden satisfaction at the male who'd just returned from behind the glass separated room.

Matt looked distracted as he sat down and sought out a drink left prepared on the mini table beside the couch, a few feet away from where Costello stood. As the water in the plastic bottle began making it's way to soothe worn vocal chords, the singer could see the distorted outline of his manager waiting patiently, hands clasped, for him.

"We've got the playback here, Matt, what do you want to-"

"Well? Play it, of course!" Zack looked to the technician sitting beside his abandoned chair with a piercing, expectant gaze. The technician gulped, nodding, hurriedly turning back to the desktop in front of him, headphones that rest slightly above his left ear back in place. "Why the nonsensical questions when our Matt here has just spent hours of precious time recording and using his voice?"

Attention once again fixated on Matt, resuming a smile.

"How do you feel, Matt, boy?"

The teen smiled. "Alright. I'm a bit worn, but you know, all in a day's work."

He pushed up the falling dark blue long sleeve button up, content when he felt it stay in place above his forearm.

"That was some emotion there." Immediately, Matt felt a weight become placed on his shoulders. He gave a the older man a small smile, suddenly becoming preoccupied with his khaki colored shoes, of which he tucked the bottom ends of his similarly colored pants into.

"Thanks Zack. I tried hard."

Zack smiled even more, his chuckle stretching his smile wide across his face, Matt saw, finally sitting back up. "You're too humble, Matt. That level of emotion in the video and your voice was brimming the edge of turning the song into a ballad, it was so raw and intense. He walked closer to Matt, grabbing for himself a water bottle too. " You got a girl you're worried about?" Zack lightly nudged him with his elbow in the process of straightening himself up, now standing beside Matt, watching the man at the computer flip through some clips of the music video he'd shot yesterday.

"Uhm,"

"The audio's pieced together and synced up now, Matt."

Matt secretly sighed in relief. Saved, from a very personal and uncomfortable talk with his manager.

"Really?" Suddenly, Zack's face was lifted into glowing anticipation, making his way back towards the sound panels. "Matt, you coming?"

"Yeah, Zack" Matt stood, weightless aside from his body mass physically, but emotionally with baggage. He approached the sound technician, just as the first notes filled the air from the wall mounted stereo speakers. He was quiet, watching his manager point out several beat alterations to the worker, feeling disinterested, lost in his own voice, internally agreeing with Zack that yes, the emotion in his voice was raw, definitely something different from someone singing a pre written song. This, was from his heart. His confused, and hurt heart.

-Matt-

I assume we've all heard of the theory that a girl and a guy couldn't be best friends without complications?

When I first heard of it, as a child with no hormones, no complications to worry about when playing ball with the neighbor's daughter, I didn't think much of it. Why should I have? It was a rule applicable solely to the cheesy teens whom couldn't figure out existent or not when they thought they'd developed feelings for their friend. It didn't apply to me, I wasn't like the other guys who were insecure and needy about getting into relationships, and wanted the safety net and comfort of someone they knew would at the very least answer their confessions with a humane heart, of honesty.

Wrong. I turned out to be wrong.

Between the three of us, Sora, Tai and I had nine to ten years, of which we were almost always found with one another, whether it'd be two alone, or a rowdy mess as three.

-YIshida-

Life was simple, everyday was of minimal learning compared to high school, fundamental yes, but minimal, the priority if each day being one thing: play.

They almost always were at Sora's house, the proactive arms of her parents believing that as a yet to grow young girl, she was to be as close to home, close to safety as much possible all the time, despite who it was she was with.

This never was never easy for Sora to swallow, always having been the head-strong, capable independent girl she was fully grown into now. She refused to have her parents protect her like glass did fragile artifacts in a museum, no, she was going to be as rowdy as life could allow her to be and grow up just fine, still safe, and still there.

She was one in a million, growing up almost exactly opposite of what her parents would've ever guessed, a free spirit willing and able to do almost anything so long as she believed in it enough. She was his close friend, this outlook in life appealing to him, drawing him in, even as a child. His schedule became built around time with her as well as Tai.

There was none like her. She was the lone illuminating personality that stood out from other girls, of whom were involved within primarily just befriending other girls, something Sora never had problems with, able to be anyone's companion, whether a popular name or a shunned kid in class. Her heart was forged of pure gold, and she carried herself with a sense of worth- something that sadly seemed to be missing in many girls today. She was without a doubt, different from the rest.

It was only as time counted years to follow that he really understood completely, thoroughly, that Sora was the kind of special that he'd wanted to be more than platonic with. Despite the girls that he'd met, although he had fans that admired his every move with unconditional support, he was finally at a conclusion to his troubles through continuous reflection and assessing, alone in the silence.

Throughout his career, he had always treated the prospect of fans with the uttermost gratitude, knowing that they were the fruit of work, the dream that was once too far away to reach for him like it was most captured, as he was signed. The fans grew from that opportunity, and he was humbled that he could bring joy to people outside of his own direct life.

Though in his concerts the floor filled with masses of people, of life and sound, the truth was, that it was as soon as he left the hall where the stage stood, he was consumed by silence.

It was tough, the work he put through after being signed. It was lonely as the executive gave him a request to train his appearance to fit his stage persona, a suggestion that he should make use of the vocal instructors the company had readily available to him and all other prospective stars. It was during this time that he really dug into his thoughts and confusions when it came to the topic of Sora.

When he had reached an answer and finally found a label to describe his feelings for his childhood friend, he was once again plabued by silence as most his time was spent composing songs and beats, or recording, be it video or audio. His free time became consumed by the blooming career he'd thought he never could reach, and relationships began to suffer a drift. What was once his top priority, his relationship with Sora and his other friends took second seat to his work. In this time apart, he realized that he was not alone in his feelings.

Two months, two grueling months spent with the masses of people he accredited to his emotional fulfillment as a growing teen whom needed to begin work, but two months he spent away from Sora just as he's began to understand what he felt.

When he returned, to her, to the school life he left behind, he was rattled to find himself being one step too late- the one thing he feared of Sora having become true. She was attached. He knew her well, and understood that she never mislead anyone when being approach with a confession. She felt for Tai. She felt for his best friend.

Soon after, he was introduced to the feeling of envy, and began to excel in hiding his thoughts behind masks, something he had grew out of since growing accustomed to others, but was forced back into as he watched his two best friends continue to love one another and break his heart.

After returning the thing that caused his to lose his chance at something more than just friends with Sora again demanded his attention, and he took the chance of revealing his feelings through the song he was sure some knew were of the story of the friendship between Tai, Sora and himself. He altered the story, writing a plotline with his words that described the feeling of loving someone at the wrong time, himself being the one to bear hurt.

It was risky, but he was done hiding. He had no time left as it was.

-JSYK-

"Right, keep me posted on the progress of editing, and I'll be here as early as I can tomorrow, I've got to leave right now, okay?"

Matt was driven out of his thoughts as the sound of his manager brought him back into reality. He uncrossed his arms and gave the man turning to him a smile as the tucked his hands into his pockets, the final notes of the soon reverberating from the speakers.

"Matt, I've got to leave now for a custody case with my ex-wife, I'll see you bright-eyed bushy tailed tomorrow, alright? He lightly patted Matt's back as he passed by, heading towards the door to grab his jacket.

The teen waved goodbye and smiled slightly to himself at the sight of his manager usually prime kept, goatee brushed and dressed in proper attire, looking flustered as he continue to stare at something on his phone, haphazardly throwing his jacket on.

"You're without schedule for the rest of the day, I'll catch you tomorrow for brunch okay? I'll already be in here waiting." Zack tucked the phone back into the inside pocket of his suit, rushing to grab his suitcase. "Bye!"

"See you tomorrow, Zack"

-SoYou'llKnowSora-

"Yeah, cut that out- right click, give me properties.. that should be fine, go ahead and run the background music through, see if the video and audio are in sync."

Again Matt smiled, grateful and admiring the fact that Jon, the chief of effects and the one in charge of giving everyone their own piece of video to edit, was already working hard, now in the editing room readying the video for their release date tomorrow night.

"Hey, guys? I'll be headin' out, okay?"

"Oh! Mr. Ishida! Thanks for informing us, hope you have a nice day!" He turned to beam a smile to his left, an editor waving at him a goodbye.

"Thanks Becca, but remember what I said? You guys can call me Matt. We're practically family."

The editing and effects team smiled their aprieciation, and a round of goodbye's were directed at the teen star as he took to close the door.

"See everyone tomorrow"

Matt waved back, headed through the hallway and into the spacious sound booth, where the rest of the crew was packing everything up and transporting the various pieces of equipment into the warehouse storage area out back.

"Ay Matty! Nice work today!" Called a teen, looking to be around Matt's age, letting a large case be moved down to the ground, the singer walking towards him.

The two half - hugged, shoulder touching shoulder, and pulled back, the crew member sitting atop the beforementioned case and tugged at his long sleeve plaid, rolling it up.

"Hey Matt."

"How's it going Ishida?"

"Jorge. Chris. How you guys doing?" Matt had let go of his friend, now turning to greet the other crew members. They exchanged fist bumps, all seemingly happy to see the blonde.

"Good, can't complain much." He finished greeting a brunette with a fist bump and took a step back, subconciously putting his hands in his pockets.

"Good." Matt smiled warmly at them, remebering his first day at the record label, and the first time they met. They as a group had 'creative differences' in the beginning, and still yet he couldn't have asked for better crew members.

-YMIshida-

Yamato Ishida slowly made his way past the revolving doors of Arista Records, his big chance at a solo contract. He checked again the slip of paper he had written an address on, glancing at the company base that could help him start his solo career.

Last Friday, he was in the mist of taking a break from the noisy lunch bay and was outside, relaxing by himself, where few people chose to spend their time, preferring the indoors to the bright, heating outdoors. He was observing a mother finch and it's chicks when his cell rung, his ringtone interrupting the quiet mummers of those speaking outside.

Straightening his stance, he lifted himself up from resting his forearms on the railing. Matt reached a hand behind him, forcing his long black button up to rise a bit, aiming for his cell, which he always kept in his back pocket. Glancing at the sleek screen, he saw no icon flashing him a name and raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

'402-899-5433', an unknown number.

Momentarily pausing to think out the possibilities of a fan being able to some how retrieve his number, the musician pondered on whether or not taking the call was a good idea.

The cell he had on him now was a private one, meaning only a select few of his friends and close business partners knew the digits to. Everyone whom the number was given to, was on his contact list, of which he used as reference when it came to having a list of those who may have accidentally revealed his number.

Deciding to just take a chance, he answered.

"Yeah, this is Matt."

"Mr. Ishida! We were hoping to be able to get a hold of you."

"We?"

"Yes young man. We. As in Arista records."

Matt blinked, looking around him at his surroundings, the feelings of something great was in the midst of happening to him, standing straighter and then suddenly void of movement as he waited for the man to resume speaking.

"Our sources say that you're looking to drop your band's old contracter and go solo? Is that so?"

Matt stood there, dumbfounded that the record label could be the one coming to him, seemingly trying to offer a contract deal, instead of the situation going the other way around. Though the band was popular in the years that they were together, he never dared to assume that offers would be coming to him in his attempt for a solo music career.

"Yes... may I ask how exactly your sources found that out?"

He furrowed his eyebrows at the sound the man made, curious and confused. "Tsk tsk tsk. You know full well that I can't divulge you that information Yamato. " He could hear the smile in his voice, and that brought one to his. If the person on the other end of the line was going to be his interviewer, he was glad that they seemed to be making light coversation. That is, for stangers.

"Well then, can I ask what caused you mister...?"

"McWilliams. Howard McWilliams."

"McWilliams. Right. Can I ask what drove you, Mr. McWillians to call me?"

"Well, Mr. Ishida. Straight to the point I see?" Matt attempted to intervene here, but wised up once the man- Mr. McWilliams, began again.

"The purpose of this call is to ask you whether or not you'd consider a deal with Arista records?"

-AristaRecs-

Looking around, he saw dozens of people mingling about, carrying stack of papers, briefcases, the typical items a office worker would have. All were dressed in professional attire of a sort, and he was glad that he'd opted out of wearing those jeans he'd considered earlier that morning at home.

Finally spotting the reception desk, the blonde teen gulped, loosening his tie a bit in an attempt to breathe easier, her nerves casing him to begin suddenly rehearsing basic facts about himself he'd thought he may have to answer for the interviewer. Gradually, he made way towards the receptionist.

Upon reaching the desk, he rested his wrists on the counter, hands a bit apart, waiting patiently to be acknowledged.

While waiting, his habit of shifting weight from one foot to the other came into play, and he heaved an audible sigh, wondering why the woman wasn't paying him mind. Starting to feel a bit agrivated, he lifted a finger, hoping to catch her attention from the corner of her eye, ready to say something. Managing to only get as far forming the words, "Excu-" with his mouth before he was given a sloppy wave, pointing to the general driection of a sign off to the side on the counter that he hadn't noticed before.

'Must ring bell. No bell, no service.'

Brain just registering the rule, and he hesitantly, what on earth kind of friendly service this staff member was giving him, lifted his wrist to ring the bell.

The receptionist immediately looked up, dropping her pen onto the several sheets of paper, finally giving confirmation of Matt's exsistence.

"Hello there sir, welcome to Arista Records, have you just arrived here?

Now giving the woman an incredulous look, Matt responded, subconsciously dragging out the syllables of his answer, something he did whenever asked a, what he thought, nonsensical question.

"Uh... yeeaah. Sure." He took his hand from his pocket to briefly look at the name on it and continued. "I'm here to meet Mr. McWilliams?"

"Oh sure! What's the name?"

"Ishida. First name Yamato."

"Mmn hm. Okay, I'll tell him you're here. For now you may sit down over there."

A bit surprised at an immediate reply, Matt guestered towards the office sofas, arranged next to large tinted windows. "Ther-"

"Yes!" The receptionist, replied, suddenly happy and joyful.

"Thanks, um, Barb." Matt noticed the golden tag attached to her shirt and smiled at her, receiving one in return before heading off to take a seat.

-LoveTriangle-

"Sign here, here, and here." Matt complied, having already read the terms and agreeing for the most part that they were resonable.

"Alright then, Yamato." Howard smiled, his edge tie slipping from resting the desk and stood to shake his newly established partners' hand. The two people beside him followed. Zack watched beside Matt as the teen stood to meet the hand with his own. "Welcome to the Arista family." Costello had arrived late, but had made it in time to join Matt at the interview. The room was full of cheers and warm welcomes and Matt could not help but smile at the people of whom he'd be working with for, most likely (and hopefully), the rest of his musical career.

-TraineeNow-

"Yamato, I'd like to introduce you to your crew."

Matt stepped forward, reaching out his hand to a jet black haired male. Looking at his outstretched hand, Matt realized that there was a obvious difference in the formality of their clothes. While the crew member wore simple, comfortable clothes, Matt wore a white dress shirt and dress pants for the occasion. Not so comfortable, but classy.

The crew member observed Matt, taking in his clothes, and remained silent. A different member of the crew decided to help Matt, or rather, the crew worker.

"Hi there! My name's Chris, I'm the fun one of the group. Ladies love my humor." Chris seemed very such like someone who was about the fun and irresponsible things, making Matt smile at the goy a little, reminded of Davis, but still slightly offended by the still quiet male standing in front of him.

He motioned towards the waving male, "That there is Jorge- uh... try not to call him George... " he mumbled to lowly, the few words just barely loud enough for Matt to catch. "You definitely don't wanna do that..." The brunette shook his mind clear of whatever thoughts he seemed to be lost in, and stuck out his hand, of which Matt took, recovering, but still a bit thrown off as to why the first crewman was giving him the evil eye.

"And as you've already met, this happy fella right here is Bryce." The brunette, dressed in an simple red graphic tee, at this point threw him arm around- the first crewman, 'Bryce's' neck, weighing it down. Not seeming to much like the excess weight or cheerfulness, the male took Chris's arm off of him, sternly but careful, mumbling something inaudible.

Jorge, Matt saw was a bit quiet, so he approached him, trying his best to sound friendly.

Glancing at the bubbly Chris and his polar opposite Bryce, he turned back to the crew member in front of him, wondering to himself if the Crest of Friendship had been given to him by mistake. It seemed that it was going to take effort for him to get comfortable, even with the bubbly Chris as he took a considerable amount of time to become close to the new Digidestined. He reached out to Jorge with a hand, hoping that he would get a reaction more positive than Bryce's. For now, he couldn't tell if the boy was quiet or carrying a grudge on him.

"Hello. My name is Jorge." He almost sighed in relief as he noticed that member spoke his name with an accent, a pleasant sounding Latin American twist to the word 'Hello'.

"Matt." Giving Jorge a returned smile, he turned back to face Bryce and Chris.

"So." Bryce took a step towards Matt, body language stiff, as though challenging him.

Bryce, Matt had later found out, had thing against rich people who expected everything to be handed to them on a silver platter. "The ones that don't work, but are still recognized as part of the team." Unfortunately, he had never heard or known of Matt's notoriety for being stuborn & anything but a slacker. Which of course, causes just a tad bit tension. "Just a memo.", Chris had warned him later on as the quartet began seeing more of each other.

"I. Ain't. Gonn' Be. Anyone's personal butler. Don't except to be fanned lying on a lawnchair while Jorge or Chris peel some grapes for you. And if you think I'm gonna get in a tux & follow you everywhere with an umbrella just so you can have your precious phone calls in shade... Sorry to say big shot, you're wrong." He went steely-eyed and Matt could tell he was serious, and he was not oblivious to the contempt of the image Bryce had of him, even before they really new anything of each other's likes and dislikes.

"Now Bryce! That's not a way to talk to-" Finally having enough, the scout intervened.

"No... it's alright." Matt held out a hand, signaling for the scout to drop the lecture. Bryce eyes bore into his and he reciprocated it with the same amount of intensity.

The two locked eyes, silence coming over the room until Chris decided to comment with honest sincerity, as the boy turned out to be a bit oblivious to his surroundings.

"So... I can see this team'll be a good fit!"

-JSYKS-

From the first day, Matt had figured that Bryce was not the type of guy to take orders from someone who he didn't feel like should, and that he wouldn't be kissing anybody's behind just to get on their good side.

He argued, rebeled, and nearly got fired several times. Bryce Tilo was not one to try and suck up to Matt, nor was he one to do anything besides his job, of which he did exceptionally well. He headed the trio, and often tuned and repaired any instruments with malfunctions. It was only his attitude that could jeopardize his job.. He just did his job, nothing but, and there wasn't much else he would had done willingly for Matt.

Which of course, made Matt smile.

There weren't many people who actually treated him as an 'Average Joe'- and didn't try to befriend him for the sole reason of publicity. Those were the ones he ended up trusting them completely to have his back. He had no secrets they asked about that he didn't tell.

Eventually warming up to one another, the crewmen became good friends with the very person for whom they hauled equipment and operated instruments for. In time, they each discovered the reasons behind each other's personality, sharing stories and eating out often when possible, connecting on personal aspects of life.

Yamato learned not to be cocky and expect praise everywhere, Bryce, not to, as they say, 'judge a book by it's cover', and Chris in time learnt that there were times that called for enthusiam, and times that didn't. Jorge, became a bit more talktive, opening up a bit more, and the group of friends found that he was very smart, able to possibly if Izzy a run for his money.

"So then, I'll head out first, just wanted to holler at you, just to let you know." Matt smiled at them, realizing how lucky he was to be able to get along with most of those involved in his life, right down to his stage crew.

"Alright Matty. We'll see ya." Bryce gave Matt another half-hug. "Have a good one, brother." He smiled genuinely at Matt, the other crewmembers staking their turns with biding goodbye.

"See you Ishida!"

"Hasta luego Matt." Jorge responded to his leave, with Chris going with his usual habit of referring to Matt by his last name. The two called out to the musician, causing him to look back and wave on his way out the doors.

"Cool. I'll see you guys in two days!"

Now at the door, he used his forearm to push against the brace, grabbing his jacket he'd hung early in the morning on the coat rack next to the door, and left. He walked out from the storage warehouse and headed towards the building's main entrance. Opening it up, Matt glanced up at the sky as he was pelted with light rainfall, throwing on the article of clothing, leaving the hood down as he felt the anticipated rain of the day cool his skin.

What's was a bit of rain to clear thoughts?

A/N:

Honestly, I'm a bit taken aback by the length of this chapter... the original, unedited one was ironically short. 'Editing' should've been called 'Complete Construction'. :) Anyway. For those of you who managed to read through it all, I'm really happy that you did so, despite the lack of adventure. :) Thank you for your time and support! Please all, take a few seconds/minutes of your time to send me a review, it's a confidence booster. Without reviews, I feel a bit defeated, sadly. A simple "Ok" is fine, thanks much all, until next time. :)