HSAM
She held the guitar close to her chest. She never meant to become a popular singer at once, but her she was—the rising star in the music industry.
The newbie.
The amateur.
The YouTube star.
Her long hair was caught up in some twisted braid pinned on her head. Styling her hair had been a normal routine these past months after numerous TV appearances and music video tapings. However, when they would style her hair, it felt heavy and unreal. She was itching to pull out those hair pins and just lay it down. She wanted to look simple. After all, she was just a country singer.
A heavy sigh escaped her parted lips. It could mean many things. In fact, it meant everything. She was sitting with the famous people of the music industry after all. When her best friend uploaded that video where she was singing, she didn't thought it would bring her to this place. She only sang because she felt bad after being ignored…by her favourite band. During an album signing. Silly, wasn't it?
For her, it wasn't.
It never was. The lead singer was her childhood crush who left their town at the age of five. Somehow, her hyperthymesia made it hard for her. Remembering all memories, their exact dates and details, left her stuck in both present and past. Stuck with the past's forgotten promises. It was this HSAM's stupid fault.
Her train of thoughts was cut short when the host called her for a special number.
"…the young, country singer, Miku Hatsune!"
Gone was her nervousness when she held her guitar by its fret. She was deaf to the cheers and applauses. Her feet automatically brought her to the stage, to the spotlight, to mic. She didn't see faces, but she knew there were people seated down there, all eyes and eyes to her. They wrote good music, better than hers, and perhaps they would criticize her like they always do. She had no care, on one hand. She just wanted to sing a song she has yet to release on her first album. For what, to win awards?
No, but to remind someone about her.
She sighed audibly on the mic, that's a part of the song, and the piano played. She knew Flower's on the keys. Her best friend had been her colleague when it came to this. Without further ado, her fingers started plucking the strings.
Once there was a girl and people
called her bubbly gal
for she could tell stories
more than an hour and a half
Miku was such a lovely girl. She never thought she was, but that was what everyone would say. When she was young, her grandparents loved to listen to her stories. Her stories would always be in complete detail—all the words she heard from people, she could remember it.
One day, on a summer day, she met their new neighbour. He was three, like her. There was no way on earth she could forget that boy with lemon hair standing in their yard. She was talking to her doll about the dogs Mrs. Prima walked this morning and how they scared Mr. Tony who was out for his morning jog. The new boy said she was too talkative.
'Dolls don't talk back,' said he, a crease forming between his brows. He had an amazing pair of blue eyes which looked a lot like the summer sky. They were big and round, like two summer skies shaped into marbles. His eyes were glowing against his pale skin. He was so white like a ghost. But he was alive. His hair was too bright.
'But your voice sounds lovely. Do you sing?' he didn't wait for an answer, he just walked to her and began singing.
That was the start of music lessons with his grandmother.
Her stories were gone
when this boy came,
too young for those blue eyes,
she said yes, anyway,
when he asked her to sing.
Also, there was no way on earth she would forget when his grandmother died. It was a bleak day with grey skies. People wore black hats and black ties. She carried white roses and dropped them to her casket. The boy was left with his mom standing next to the freshly covered grave when everyone started to leave. His lemon hair…and his lonely blue eyes…
She was cursed to remember everything
And he swore to forget everything
So how on earth would he remember
The girl who sang with him one summer's day?
Miku's swift fingers began strumming the guitar as the beat from the drums chorused. Pretty sure Kaito was on it. He always had the perfect timing when it's all about the beat. She could feel the excitement building up as the notes signalled the chorus. She faced the light and let her voice carry her feelings out.
And I say hey-yeah-eh,
I would stop writing for the broken hearted
I say hey-yeah-eh
This is the love letters
remained unsent.
That boy never showed up again. At least, she meant that lively boy who loved to sing. He was always moping and unenergetic. He didn't sing anymore. He promised he would sing, one day, if he became happy again. That was the same day when he came back later in the afternoon, saying goodbye.
The question is: are you happy now?
This bubbly gal can still recall
The tears in your eyes
And the frown on your lips.
How real are they, lemon guy?
How real are they?
She never heard anything about him or his family for more than a decade. It was during her senior year in high school when a new band had a debut. It happened that she was on the music channel to find a good song to sing with Flower and Kaito, when this band appeared. How could she forget that lemon hair and bright blue eyes, when they reminded her so much of summer? Funny enough, their debut song was about a summer memory from one's childhood. Miku was sure as heck that she was that girl talking to a doll. The song was melancholic, though. Because the song sang, 'Not all summers were fun.' His 'granny' died during the same season, too.
She was cursed to remember everything
And he swore to forget everything
No name, no face, no towns and dates
How can I make you memorise my name?
And I say hey-yeah-eh,
I would stop writing for the broken hearted
I say hey-yeah-eh
Sing with me now,
Under the same tree and the same sky,
Let's spend summer
with notes and guitars.
She knew he wouldn't remember her, for as soon as he finished the song, the same boy with lemon hair came up and congratulated her.
"That was a nice song," he said, flashing a dazzling smile. She only nodded politely, before waving to the audience goodbye. They performed after her. And her song, despite pouring all her heart to it, didn't reach his heart.
a/n. you know what's funny? i never thought miku would fit as a country singer l-o-l. people always make her sing upbeat pop songs. i love keeno, so i'm thinking of his (?) songs using miku's dark append. those were mostly ballad or whatnot - idk - but yeah. quick lenku before i drown with the novels i wanna read.
p.s. i write songs, too. not like this one with trash un-thought lyrics lol