"I was a queen" - 2
Title; "I was a queen"
Author; muohcu_t
Status; on going
Characters; OC, alicenine; Nao and Saga
Rating; PG-13 ?
Genre; angst
Summary; "Fame. Something that oh-so many of us want. But is the life of the famous female vocalist of 01:01 as everyone wants it to be?"
September 1st 2008
Dear Diary
After months of touring we’re finally home again. We have earned ourselves two weeks of rest, which I intend to use as good as possible. I’m thinking of going on vacation. Maybe to a country no one’s heard of before. Though, I kind of don’t want to do that either. I want to visit Italy or Scotland. I want to see all the ruins. Though, I kind of want to visit some African country too. Of course I’d attract myself attention if I went there, but that wouldn’t be because I’m the singer of 01:01. It would be either because my face is much different from theirs or because of my bleached hair. Either of the reasons is better than what I’m noticed for anyway.
Hmm… I think I’ll visit Scotland. I really want to see all the castles and all. Maybe I won’t have much time for castles, though. If I go, I will be staying in one city only. Ok, that’s it. I’m going to Edinburgh. Yes! I’m going there! There’s also a castle in the middle of the city. Must be awesome. I’ll have to take loads of pictures.
But I don’t really want to go alone. That’s just sad. I’d rather go with some friends, but I don’t really have friends besides the band (and I’m quite tired of hanging with the guys now! ). Maybe I’ll just walk down the street and take the first girl who knows who I am with me? Hehe! Then the whole trip would be ruined. I’d rather take a rock with me than some crazy fan.
Naah… I’ll go alone. It’s much easier and right now, I kind of need to be alone. The tour has taken a lot of my time alone, so now I just feel like punching someone in the face if they say I need to be with them or somewhere else. Yes, I’m going for Scotland alone. I’ll order the plane ticket now. I hope I’ll get one easily, so I don’t have to look and work for it for days and then suddenly I don’t have time to relax anymore because we’ll be starting to record the demos for our new album(I’ve already written the songs now. Did it during the tour). If I don’t get the tickets, then oh well. I guess I’ll be mostly here in my apartment, which would also be good, considering that I’m almost never here.
It’s good to have a break. Manager-san has been really pushy lately. He probably just wants us to do reach the skies, but honestly; I think I died a little this tour. I had to use my voice to the limit. Not only my voice, but my body. I didn’t eat properly either, so I ended up fainting a lot. That was so not good for my health, but you know, the world wants only more. If it were up to me, I’d take a year off at least. We’re not allowed that. We’re barely allowed two weeks. We’re to become legends, obviously.
With me in the band, manager says, we will become legends. I don’t really get it. It’s not like I can breathe fire or anything. I’m just a woman. There are other women in music business, and by that I don’t only think of the endless list of pop-singers. I know a couple of female visual kei bands. They are all awesome, and it’s a shame not more people have heard of them. I’m not special in any way. Ok, now I have to disagree with myself. I am special, but not enough to really become a legend. I mean; if I were to become a so-called legend, everyone would be legends.
These days there aren’t any legends anyway. People become legends when they die, and I don’t really see my death closing on me yet (despite the fact that I have worked myself to death these past couple of months (Haha, I cracked a joke!)). So, looks like I’ll be working myself to earn money, but that’s alright. These days you never know if you’re dying or not. Well, I guess we’re all dying one way or the other. That’s the beauty of life - it will end in the end (Did you catch that one? I’m such a jokester!).
Anyway! I didn’t have much more to say now. I will be enjoying my holiday at least (Or I’ll try). Time offs are always nice, no matter where you are. Maybe I’ll just travel to Hokkaido? I haven’t been able to visit there besides once, but then we worked all the time, so that doesn’t count. I have to go there sometime. I’ll write more about what I will do and where I will go. Yes, of course I’ll update my dearest diary.
- Cho <3
***
“September 1st 2008,” Nao mumbled to himself. It wasn’t that long ago. A year hadn’t even passed since this was written. It was so strange thinking that it was so recent, yet the author was no longer among them. It made him sigh, mark the page and close the book. He had only read that one diary entry, but it was enough at the moment. Already there he could see the small signs of what was to come.
“Nao, what are you doing?” he heard Hiroto ask. He lifted his head to see the guitarist’s head looking down at him. It was upside-down considering that his bunk bed was above the drummer’s. “Nothing, just reading,” Nao replied before placing the book next to him and sitting up a little. “What book is it?” Hiroto asked. He had obviously some trouble falling asleep, making him go to the drummer instead. Though, Nao wasn’t really sure if he would be the best company at the moment. “It’s her diary,” he replied, his voice much lower now, almost afraid Saga had heard him. Hiroto looked confused. “Her? Who?” he asked, oblivious to Nao’s dark mood. Nao almost wanted to slap the guitarist for being so stupid. “Cho’s diary,” Nao mumbled. Hiroto’s mouth formed an ‘oh’ as the realization dawned upon him. The silence swallowed them for a moment, but carefully Hiroto broke it; “How is it?” Nao shook his head. “I haven’t read much yet,” he said. “I don’t know if I can. It’s just too strange.” Hiroto just nodded his head. “Well, we better sleep,” Nao said and smiled at the upside-down guitarist. The other just waved before the head disappeared from his sight.
Nao sighed as he let the covers hug him. He closed his tired eyes, but soon ended up opening them. He started thinking of last year, at the end of 01:01’s tour, when Cho sometimes fainted. That had reached his ears as well. Though, the number of times she fainted had been rather confusing, but he guessed it couldn’t be more than four, otherwise the media would go crazy. He wondered if it had already started then, when she was so tired of it all. Could it have been?
He slept only two hours that night.
Author; muohcu_t
Status; on going
Characters; OC, alicenine; Nao and Saga
Rating; PG-13 ?
Genre; angst
Summary; "Fame. Something that oh-so many of us want. But is the life of the famous female vocalist of 01:01 as everyone wants it to be?"
September 1st 2008
Dear Diary
After months of touring we’re finally home again. We have earned ourselves two weeks of rest, which I intend to use as good as possible. I’m thinking of going on vacation. Maybe to a country no one’s heard of before. Though, I kind of don’t want to do that either. I want to visit Italy or Scotland. I want to see all the ruins. Though, I kind of want to visit some African country too. Of course I’d attract myself attention if I went there, but that wouldn’t be because I’m the singer of 01:01. It would be either because my face is much different from theirs or because of my bleached hair. Either of the reasons is better than what I’m noticed for anyway.
Hmm… I think I’ll visit Scotland. I really want to see all the castles and all. Maybe I won’t have much time for castles, though. If I go, I will be staying in one city only. Ok, that’s it. I’m going to Edinburgh. Yes! I’m going there! There’s also a castle in the middle of the city. Must be awesome. I’ll have to take loads of pictures.
But I don’t really want to go alone. That’s just sad. I’d rather go with some friends, but I don’t really have friends besides the band (and I’m quite tired of hanging with the guys now! ). Maybe I’ll just walk down the street and take the first girl who knows who I am with me? Hehe! Then the whole trip would be ruined. I’d rather take a rock with me than some crazy fan.
Naah… I’ll go alone. It’s much easier and right now, I kind of need to be alone. The tour has taken a lot of my time alone, so now I just feel like punching someone in the face if they say I need to be with them or somewhere else. Yes, I’m going for Scotland alone. I’ll order the plane ticket now. I hope I’ll get one easily, so I don’t have to look and work for it for days and then suddenly I don’t have time to relax anymore because we’ll be starting to record the demos for our new album(I’ve already written the songs now. Did it during the tour). If I don’t get the tickets, then oh well. I guess I’ll be mostly here in my apartment, which would also be good, considering that I’m almost never here.
It’s good to have a break. Manager-san has been really pushy lately. He probably just wants us to do reach the skies, but honestly; I think I died a little this tour. I had to use my voice to the limit. Not only my voice, but my body. I didn’t eat properly either, so I ended up fainting a lot. That was so not good for my health, but you know, the world wants only more. If it were up to me, I’d take a year off at least. We’re not allowed that. We’re barely allowed two weeks. We’re to become legends, obviously.
With me in the band, manager says, we will become legends. I don’t really get it. It’s not like I can breathe fire or anything. I’m just a woman. There are other women in music business, and by that I don’t only think of the endless list of pop-singers. I know a couple of female visual kei bands. They are all awesome, and it’s a shame not more people have heard of them. I’m not special in any way. Ok, now I have to disagree with myself. I am special, but not enough to really become a legend. I mean; if I were to become a so-called legend, everyone would be legends.
These days there aren’t any legends anyway. People become legends when they die, and I don’t really see my death closing on me yet (despite the fact that I have worked myself to death these past couple of months (Haha, I cracked a joke!)). So, looks like I’ll be working myself to earn money, but that’s alright. These days you never know if you’re dying or not. Well, I guess we’re all dying one way or the other. That’s the beauty of life - it will end in the end (Did you catch that one? I’m such a jokester!).
Anyway! I didn’t have much more to say now. I will be enjoying my holiday at least (Or I’ll try). Time offs are always nice, no matter where you are. Maybe I’ll just travel to Hokkaido? I haven’t been able to visit there besides once, but then we worked all the time, so that doesn’t count. I have to go there sometime. I’ll write more about what I will do and where I will go. Yes, of course I’ll update my dearest diary.
- Cho <3
***
“September 1st 2008,” Nao mumbled to himself. It wasn’t that long ago. A year hadn’t even passed since this was written. It was so strange thinking that it was so recent, yet the author was no longer among them. It made him sigh, mark the page and close the book. He had only read that one diary entry, but it was enough at the moment. Already there he could see the small signs of what was to come.
“Nao, what are you doing?” he heard Hiroto ask. He lifted his head to see the guitarist’s head looking down at him. It was upside-down considering that his bunk bed was above the drummer’s. “Nothing, just reading,” Nao replied before placing the book next to him and sitting up a little. “What book is it?” Hiroto asked. He had obviously some trouble falling asleep, making him go to the drummer instead. Though, Nao wasn’t really sure if he would be the best company at the moment. “It’s her diary,” he replied, his voice much lower now, almost afraid Saga had heard him. Hiroto looked confused. “Her? Who?” he asked, oblivious to Nao’s dark mood. Nao almost wanted to slap the guitarist for being so stupid. “Cho’s diary,” Nao mumbled. Hiroto’s mouth formed an ‘oh’ as the realization dawned upon him. The silence swallowed them for a moment, but carefully Hiroto broke it; “How is it?” Nao shook his head. “I haven’t read much yet,” he said. “I don’t know if I can. It’s just too strange.” Hiroto just nodded his head. “Well, we better sleep,” Nao said and smiled at the upside-down guitarist. The other just waved before the head disappeared from his sight.
Nao sighed as he let the covers hug him. He closed his tired eyes, but soon ended up opening them. He started thinking of last year, at the end of 01:01’s tour, when Cho sometimes fainted. That had reached his ears as well. Though, the number of times she fainted had been rather confusing, but he guessed it couldn’t be more than four, otherwise the media would go crazy. He wondered if it had already started then, when she was so tired of it all. Could it have been?
He slept only two hours that night.