洪 (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nostrum_ago) wrote,@ 2008-10-22 07:53:00 |
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| Entry tags: | au, gokudera, reborn, shouichi, tsuna |
--I still think the second choice would have been a cooler name.
| 'I hope I don't have to remind you all that Hibari Kyoya, as the owner of this place, is doing us a great favour by lending us use of this recording room for the afternoon,' Reborn states. You don't want to remind us but you just said it out loud anyway, Tsuna thinks. That makes no sense. 'In any case, your band has use of it for three hours, before we have to leave. If any of you don't match up to my standards, I'll kill you.' Oh my god you're serious. The Vongola's vocalist blinks, then looks around at his fellow band members to gauge their reaction. This whole thing was crazy, right?! And now- now would be a really good time to back out, there was this nice little cafe downstairs where they could all have a drink and talk like normal people did and be friends instead of wannabe superstars except, except... None of the others seem to have noticed. Gokudera's still carrying his guitar and looking like this is possibly the best outing EVER, EVER OKAY BOSS? RIGHT! and Yamamoto's smiling at some private thought and almost crashing into a wall, Ryohei's just nodding to the beat of something he's listening to (Eye of the Tiger, probably), Lambo's trying to tell everyone else the significance of GIRLS and SHOWERS and BOOBS, Tsuna honestly does not want to know and they are all obviously crazy. Since he's hanging around with them, that means he's probably crazy by association. He tries not to think about it too much. 'We're here,' Reborn announces, and Tsuna finally looks around. State of the art recording facility, check, incredibly rich carpeting, wood pannels and everything about this place looks expensive, so expensive. Everything except for the man who's slumped in a chair at the mixer, to all appearances asleep even though the music being piped through his headphones is loud enough for Tsuna to hear from a meter or two away. They all stare at him. It's kind of hard to see his face since he's got one arm slung over his eyes to block out the light, but he doesn't look like anything much, wearing some band shirt and jeans and with a bunch of CDs and CD cases lying on and in front of him. Gokudera's the first to say anything- 'It's probably just some punk, boss, let me take care of this!' -and the first to do anything, which involves marching up to the man and shaking him by the shoulder and yelling at him to get up and get out because they've got use of the studio for the time, alright, and there's going to be hell from him if anyone's stupid or foolish or suicidal enough to get in Tsuna's way. It doesn't take that long for the man to wake up. 'I told you, I really hate it when you do that-' are his first words, followed shortly by: 'Who the hell are you?' He stands up a moment later to glance around, and finally settles on the rag-tag band's manager. 'Reborn? What kind of joke is this, some new circus act you've found?' 'Hello there, Irie Shouichi,' Reborn replies, for their collective benefit and edification. 'Vocalist of Delphinium, Japan's top band.' There is a sudden silence. 'It's an honour to meet you,' Tsuna manages after a second or two, displaying a very quick grasp of public relations, or rather, 'oh shit if we don't greet him we're going to be even more dead than we are already'. In front of them, the bespectacled man's expression is verging towards being mildly-pissed off, which is not at all as cool as he normally looks in the music videos that play all over televisions nationwide. He could even, Tsuna thinks, pass of for a geek. (BAND SHIRT. GLASSES. HEADPHONES-) For a moment, Irie seems about to reply to Reborn, before something apparently registers with him. 'That voice- it can't be, Sawada Tsunayoshi?' NO WAIT WHY DO YOU KNOW MY NAME, is what Tsuna thinks. What Tsuna says, is: 'Y-yes? That's me-' 'Shit,' Irie says, before walking a step closer to look Tsuna eye to eye. Both of them are about the same height, seem about the same age but Tsuna can't for the life of him place why this is happening. They don't know each other! They've never met before! He's pretty sure they've never met before! Perhaps being pretty sure isn't quite enough. 'So you're thinking of becoming a rock band? Under Japan's number one manager, no less,' Irie adds, with a quick look towards Reborn. Tsuna doesn't have much of a clue how to answer now, not when there's a sudden half-smile on Irie's face, practically matching the one on Reborn's own. 'Fine, then. Go do that.' Something tells Tsuna that this is not an endorsement. 'And when you all come against Delphinium, Sawada, you and your crew, we'll crush you.' Ah, right, it isn't. It's a challenge, instead. Reborn's replying before he can even think, saying something about how of course they'll be ready, now if Irie would care to clear off, and Irie's picking up his CDs and a few cans of drinks and nodding to them curtly before leaving and all Tsuna can do is stand there and think: Hieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee we're doomed. That would have probably made a more apt band name than S.K.Y., but it's too late to change. They're bound to it now, and he's stuck right in the spotlight. |
