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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
874
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2
She had just gotten finished with yet another audition for band mates that had gone horribly wrong when she had bumped into him. She was walking in Shibuya Square in Tokyo Japan not really paying attention. She had been in Japan for 3 months and had yet to find one person that didn’t walk away thinking the same thoughts. She was beginning to feel like she should just pack up and go back home, or at least try some where else. She had been crossing when she bumped into a rather tall man. It would have been okay but fate seemed to once again have a dark sense of humor towards her because both hers and his items fell to the ground in a heap mixed together. That was when fate really decided to play games. Both trying to quickly scramble everything together and apologize to each other for it happening, neither one of them noticed some of the things that they were grabbing.
Finally having everything cleaned up, they both stood up and straightened and looked at each other for the first time. She knew when she bumped into him that he was tall; he was probably 5 inches taller than which would mean he was 6 ft even. The first thing that she noticed was that he had sharp green eyes that could stop the world. His hair was long and pulled back into a low pony tail and was a golden blonde. The only word that she could use to describe him was gorgeous. A faint blush appeared across the bridge of her freckled nose and she quickly drew her eyes away and stuttered out “Gomen” and rushed off. She couldn’t bring herself to turn look back at him or anything. Her heart was racing way to fast for her to do anything.
Deciding that it was time to go home, Kimberly made her way through the streets of Tokyo towards her small apartment. She occasionally stopped at one small shop or another but never bought anything. By the time she finally reached the place she now called home, it was past 5pm. Her days seemed to always pass by like this. Looking up at her apartment building she knew that she was lucky. It was the cheapest apartment that she could find and her agent had told her it had just opened up and she was lucky that she got to it first. She was paying 80,000 yen a month for it but that was equal to the same amount her apartment cost her back in the US. As she turned the key to her apartment her stomach started growling. She sighed and pushed open her door only to close it behind her as she walked through. She really needed to find some band mates. She had an easy time making the few friends that she had but anyone that played instruments seemed to stay clear of her. Walking over to her tiny refrigerator, she pulled out some food she cooked last night and popped it into the microwave to reheat it.
After waiting only a few minutes for her food it finally beeped for her to take the once again hot food out. With food in hand she walked over to her table and sat down in a chair and started to eat. She had a problem. She knew that if she just kept at it, she would find someone but as weeks go by, the people wanting to try out became less and less. She didn’t want to give the pleasure to her parents of knowing that she had failed. Her friend Sora had made up flyers and put them up just about everywhere that she went but nothing seemed to work now.
Putting down her chop sticks with a sigh, Kimberly got up with her empty dish and placed them in the sink. She was just about to start washing them when her cell phone started to ring. With a confused look, she walked over to the table again and looked down at the caller id screen. She didn’t recognize the number but then again anyone that she called was already in its contacts. With a sigh she flipped open her cell phone and greeted whoever it was that was calling her.
After bumping into that woman in Shibuya Square, his day hadn’t gone any better. Once he got to the office that he worked in, he started to straighten papers that he had with him when he noticed something odd. Some of the papers that he had were music sheets. Sighing deeply he dropped his head onto his desk. It must be that woman’s things, which meant she must have picked up some of his legal paperwork by mistake as well. He looked at the watch on his wrist and noticed that he didn’t really need to stay. He could finish everything easily at home. He quickly packed up the paperwork that he needed as well as the music sheets that belonged to that woman. He headed out of the office when his cell phone started ringing a different ring tone but paid no mind to it as he answered it.
“Moshi-moshi”
“Oh you must be Kimberly’s new lawyer.” A woman’s voice came out of the other side of the phone.
“Huh?” He didn’t know anyone named Kimberly and he sure as hell wasn’t a lawyer yet. Maybe they had the wrong number.
“Well tell her that we heard her demo CD that was sent to us and we would like to sit down and discuss to her about a possible recording contract.” The woman continued to speak as his mind went blank. She quickly gave him a number where they could contact her and hung up the phone.
Looking down at the phone he scrolled through the contact list and instantly relies that this was not his cell phone. He must have picked it up by mistake when he bumped into that woman, who was probably named Kimberly. He was half way home when he decided to call his own cell phone. Once he got home, he would call from his home phone and meet up with her some where to switch everything back to normal. He looked down at the music sheets that he was holding and wondered if any of it was any good. It must have been if someone was offering her a recording contract.
Once he reached his small apartment that was big enough for him, he stuck all of his things down on his bed and walked over to his guitar that was sitting in the corner of the room with the music. He placed the sheets down on his small desk and quickly pulled the guitar into his lap. After briefly memorizing the notes in his head, he started to play her song. While playing, he had to admit that it was good. It could use a few tweakings here and there but that was expected with any new song. Now it was time to call her and meet up some where.
A/N: Gomen means I'm sorry in Japanese and Moshi-moshi is hello when you answer the phone. There won't be that many Japanese terms in the story; but it just seems weird not to have a few since they are in Japan.
Finally having everything cleaned up, they both stood up and straightened and looked at each other for the first time. She knew when she bumped into him that he was tall; he was probably 5 inches taller than which would mean he was 6 ft even. The first thing that she noticed was that he had sharp green eyes that could stop the world. His hair was long and pulled back into a low pony tail and was a golden blonde. The only word that she could use to describe him was gorgeous. A faint blush appeared across the bridge of her freckled nose and she quickly drew her eyes away and stuttered out “Gomen” and rushed off. She couldn’t bring herself to turn look back at him or anything. Her heart was racing way to fast for her to do anything.
Deciding that it was time to go home, Kimberly made her way through the streets of Tokyo towards her small apartment. She occasionally stopped at one small shop or another but never bought anything. By the time she finally reached the place she now called home, it was past 5pm. Her days seemed to always pass by like this. Looking up at her apartment building she knew that she was lucky. It was the cheapest apartment that she could find and her agent had told her it had just opened up and she was lucky that she got to it first. She was paying 80,000 yen a month for it but that was equal to the same amount her apartment cost her back in the US. As she turned the key to her apartment her stomach started growling. She sighed and pushed open her door only to close it behind her as she walked through. She really needed to find some band mates. She had an easy time making the few friends that she had but anyone that played instruments seemed to stay clear of her. Walking over to her tiny refrigerator, she pulled out some food she cooked last night and popped it into the microwave to reheat it.
After waiting only a few minutes for her food it finally beeped for her to take the once again hot food out. With food in hand she walked over to her table and sat down in a chair and started to eat. She had a problem. She knew that if she just kept at it, she would find someone but as weeks go by, the people wanting to try out became less and less. She didn’t want to give the pleasure to her parents of knowing that she had failed. Her friend Sora had made up flyers and put them up just about everywhere that she went but nothing seemed to work now.
Putting down her chop sticks with a sigh, Kimberly got up with her empty dish and placed them in the sink. She was just about to start washing them when her cell phone started to ring. With a confused look, she walked over to the table again and looked down at the caller id screen. She didn’t recognize the number but then again anyone that she called was already in its contacts. With a sigh she flipped open her cell phone and greeted whoever it was that was calling her.
After bumping into that woman in Shibuya Square, his day hadn’t gone any better. Once he got to the office that he worked in, he started to straighten papers that he had with him when he noticed something odd. Some of the papers that he had were music sheets. Sighing deeply he dropped his head onto his desk. It must be that woman’s things, which meant she must have picked up some of his legal paperwork by mistake as well. He looked at the watch on his wrist and noticed that he didn’t really need to stay. He could finish everything easily at home. He quickly packed up the paperwork that he needed as well as the music sheets that belonged to that woman. He headed out of the office when his cell phone started ringing a different ring tone but paid no mind to it as he answered it.
“Moshi-moshi”
“Oh you must be Kimberly’s new lawyer.” A woman’s voice came out of the other side of the phone.
“Huh?” He didn’t know anyone named Kimberly and he sure as hell wasn’t a lawyer yet. Maybe they had the wrong number.
“Well tell her that we heard her demo CD that was sent to us and we would like to sit down and discuss to her about a possible recording contract.” The woman continued to speak as his mind went blank. She quickly gave him a number where they could contact her and hung up the phone.
Looking down at the phone he scrolled through the contact list and instantly relies that this was not his cell phone. He must have picked it up by mistake when he bumped into that woman, who was probably named Kimberly. He was half way home when he decided to call his own cell phone. Once he got home, he would call from his home phone and meet up with her some where to switch everything back to normal. He looked down at the music sheets that he was holding and wondered if any of it was any good. It must have been if someone was offering her a recording contract.
Once he reached his small apartment that was big enough for him, he stuck all of his things down on his bed and walked over to his guitar that was sitting in the corner of the room with the music. He placed the sheets down on his small desk and quickly pulled the guitar into his lap. After briefly memorizing the notes in his head, he started to play her song. While playing, he had to admit that it was good. It could use a few tweakings here and there but that was expected with any new song. Now it was time to call her and meet up some where.
A/N: Gomen means I'm sorry in Japanese and Moshi-moshi is hello when you answer the phone. There won't be that many Japanese terms in the story; but it just seems weird not to have a few since they are in Japan.