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Land That Never Was
Chapter 14: Concert, Fans, Friends, and Sora
The rain fell from the sky in a torrent furry. Tears from the sky plummeted to Earth on top of the new black limousine that I had washed a few days ago. Encircling drops of rain poured down on the car windows, making a sound like a shower faucet that was still dripping down. Outside the car were a crowd of my fans who were screaming, crying, and jumping up with excitement. Above the limousine were crazy fans who were sitting on top of car to open up the upper vent so they could get in. However, they would soon be disappointment once they found out the vent was securely made and there nobody had the capabilities of opening such material, but if you were some kind of kleptomaniac, you would be able to open it.
Grayness soon faded into the black sky once the lightning and thunder prepared for their duel. Surely, neither lighting nor thunder was going to win the duel since only disaster would follow after. The crowd continue to roar in excitement, there was no frown in sight, no complaining either.
Beneath my singing career was sadness. Sure, I loved singing, but I only did it because I wanted to find Sora. Seeing Sora for first time in ten years was a blessing. If only I had stayed longer that night and fought back against Axel's attempts to flee from the Turks, maybe then I would have an opportunity to talk to him after all these years.
Basically, I knew what my goal in life was now. To find Sora. To make sure he got his memories back, even if it meant hurting him. There were no more lies. No more lying to Axel, Xion, Demyx, or Zexion or Sora and Ventus. The only people who were really close to me that I haven't lied to would probably have to be Vanitas, Hayner, Olette, and Pence.
I didn't lie to them on purpose. They never seemed to have a reason to question my motives. Unlike Hayner and gang, they weren't nosy or worrywarts or afraid of achieving their dreams nor revealing who they were. Sure, from time to time, number 8, 14, 10, and 12 of the organization would share some of their secrets, past, and discuss their problems. However, the only people I ever manage to get close to where Xion and Axel, but we ended up leaving the organization for my selfish reasons.
The reason why I left was to get away from Xenmas, so I created a game plan. Actually, Vanitas created it, but I provided transportation, however, to accomplish this plan, I had to lie to Xion and Axel. I couldn't afford to let Xenmas find out. He always had a way of getting into people's mind. I never expected to hurt anyone, definitely Xion and Axel. Therefore, when they wanted to meet me, I came across them when I booked a concert at Land That Never Was.
I hated this place. It brought back horrible memories, but it also brought back some good ones. It granted happiness for my friends. They liked Land Of Never Was. It was their home. I would pretend to like it as well since I knew for a fact that if I ever brought up something negative about the town, problems would surely break out.
Lastly, I ever talked down about the Land That Never Was with Axel. I swear on my life that that was first time I had ever seen Axel so angry. Over what? The discussion about Land That Was. Basically I told him I'd rather die than live here. He was furious. He even hit me just to make his point. Gee, I didn't get why this place meant so much to them. Actually, wondered why they even bothered living here.
"Mr. Strife, are you ready to go onstage?" my driver asked, peering through the back seat.
"Yeah, yeah." I answered.
The driver pulled the limousine up to the side of road and then came out of the car to open the door. Letting out an exasperated sigh, I complacently put a hand on my chin and started climbing out of the car to see a rather a handsome boy with unruly blonde hair and gorgeous chocobo skin. A wide grin was swept across his face, full of glee. His striking mako blue eyes glanced over behind to see a teenage girl with creamy white skin and a beautiful face, with a cutely curved nose and long, black eyelashes. I had to admit, she was gorgeous. That was a fact, not an opinion. Her beauty overwhelmed me. Somehow, at same time, I felt like I knew her, but where? The guy next to her had a familiar presence among him, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Mr. Strife?" I turned around to face my driver.
"Yes?" I said, looking up.
"Your jacket, sir." He pointed to my black and white Letterman jacket.
"Oh, thank you!" I took a hold of my jacket and put it on.
"Ready to go inside?" I nodded my head.
"Let's walk in, shall we?" Grabbing a hold of my hand, the driver and seven muscular men surrounded me in order to protect me from the crazy fans.
Cheers came left to right. I wanted to wave back or say hello, but my driver and body guards didn't seem to give a damn since they all looked annoyed, probably because of the screaming or maybe me. Maybe they were exhausted from working in the showbiz and couldn't handle the stress or obsession the fans had over me.
With so many people in one place, I started to feel very hot, so I decided to strip off my jacket and shirt, leaving only my tight, white tank top. As I continue my journey to the dressing room, the people I didn't expect to see arrived. It was Hayner, Pence, Olette, and Axel not to mention Xion, Demyx. and Zexion.
I smiled softly to myself before entering the room that labeled "Roxas Strife's Dress Room".
Like always, they put on my makeup to over any dark spot on my skin, dressed me in the most suitable clothes possible, and gave me the microphone. Right when I exited of the dress room, all I heard were fans screaming. Well, I should just get this over with. Taking another step forward, I walked onstage. It was pretty huge for a stage, lights focused on it with its blinding illuminations.
"Roxas! Roxas!" the fans chanted over and over.
I winked in every direction possible and gave them my signature smile as I took a hold of microphone to begin murmuring the lyrics into the mike.
Girl, there's something you 'bout me that outta know
With no sign of hesitation, I began walking to the center, a few of my fans had their hands all up in the air or trying to pull me off stage and attack me. Putting my hand up in the air with my other free hand on microphone, I murmured a few more lyrics out and glanced down upon the screaming crowd.
Smiling once again, I placed a hand on my thigh and started walking closer to the edge where the girls were screaming so loud that it felt like my ear drums were going to break, except it didn't, so instead I walked back towards the guitarist, drummer, bassist, and whoever else was with me. Walking towards the left, my voice sounded soothing and angelic at same time, but when I burst out another lyric, everyone jumped in the air and started singing with me.
This brought joy to me. So many people were here for me. Well, mostly the girls were there. There were probably only 7 guys at the most since I saw Chocoboman, Axel, Demyx, Zexion, Hayner and Pence. As I continued to walk towards the crowd, I pointed one of fingers out to crowd as the lyrics began to leave my mouth.
I walked left to right on stage as more lyrics escaped my voice. Also, to make the crowd more excited, I took off my jacket and threw it off towards the fans. If my prediction was correct, there was group of fans wrestling for it, but a brunette beat them all with a single fist to their faces.
Damn, that brunette was strong yet beautiful at same time. I wished there was some way I could meet her. She didn't seem like the other fans. She was different. During every concert I ever had, if I dared to look a certain someone, the girl who was next to that certain person would become jealous and do something that they would regret.
For instance, a girl would beat, harass, or threaten her just because I looked her in a certain way. That was why I was strictly forbidden to look at someone in eye while at the concert. Instead, I would look at the black material that was holding the fans back on second story seats at concert to avoid any misunderstandings from the fans. The less I didn't look fans in the eye, the less problems would break out when I signed signatures on notebooks, faces, and posters.
A bead of sweat escaped my face as I murmured a few more lyrics. Even some fans were beginning a sing along with me, which made it better, so if I forgot a lyric the fans would sing it for me. I started walking left, which was the center of stage and I returned to the front where originally started from and then paced back and forth where fans were either chanting my name or waving their hands in the air.
Bending down, I pointed my finger out once again to see if there would be a reaction in crowd. And in the end, there was a lot of screaming. I guess they all thought I was pointing to one them, but I was actually pointing to the brunette that recently beat up a few fans. Surely, if I was not wrong, the fans who wrestled for my jacket were desperate. However, the brunette looked like she was determined to get the jacket for a certain someone.
For who? I, Roxas Strife, would never know.
As the music from the guitarist, bassist, and drummer continued, I put my hand out without even knowing I screamed my more lyrics each time as I looked up at ceiling. Once again, I bent down, lyrics flew out of my mouth and more sweat covered my forehead, even my hair that was unruly spiked started falling down because of moisture from my sweat.
Just my luck! Now I have to wash it! Whenever I started sweating, I had no choice but to wash it when I got home. Girls, girls, and more girls sang the lyrics with me. Even though they mispronounced and stuttered on their words, there was that inspiration that I somehow brought upon them that always ensured the outcome.
The music began to fade, which meant I had to leave the stage in order for the cleanup crew to clean up whatever debris that was left on the floor.
"It was good to sing for all of you tonight! I extremely appreciate all of my dear fans who show up to this concert to support me! See you at the next concert that will soon be revealed on the upcoming commercials and news channels! Goodbye!" As I said my farewells to the crowd, I walked off stage to go sign autographs. This was probably going to take two hours or so.
According to my manager, there was a chance of me getting another tour in a week or two. Perhaps, I should begin my journey to find Sora again, but this time, I would absolutely make sure Axel or Xion or Demyx won't be there. Hopefully, Axel didn't have anything planned for. However, knowing my boyfriend, he already made one.
Furthermore, whatever I did or when tour began, he would want to come with me; although, I didn't want him to come along because I was pursuing my career. Axel would make sure there would be some way for him to join in, but this time, even though I would feel bad about it, I have no choice nonetheless to put my foot down and strictly tell him there was absolutely no way he was coming, whether I hurt his feelings or not.
I had to do this my way. And if I was doing it my way, he couldn't be there. He didn't even know about Sora or Ventus or what happened to my mom. He didn't know anything. Sure, he managed to start of a conversation about it, but when he was whimsical, I mentioned that I had a concert coming up and this would be my ticket out the door.
I felt sad yet angry at myself for not telling, but the truth is that I was actually ashamed of my mother. Talking about her made me sad. And when the sadness overwhelmed me, there wasn't a way I could regain my happiness. Refraining sadness was the best possible outcome. For years now, Vanitas and Ventus told me that if I was truly in love Axel, I would share these things.
The question was: Am I in love with him or am I just saying that to prevent problems?
I had absolutely no interest in causing problems upon our relationship. If our problems were revealed to all our friends, everyone would try to help. There was no reason to help. It would be a waste of time. As stubborn like I was, everything that I would have said would be lies.
Surely talking about my problems and feelings would be dandy, but who had time for that? I didn't have time in my schedule to talk about something that pointless. I had better things to do, for instance look for Sora. I already know where he was, but where did he live? If I got too preoccupied with myself and not Sora, I would surely fail.
"Roxas!" a familiar voice yelled.
I turned around to see Christina, my manager.
"We have good news!" she beamed.
"What is it?" I asked.
"We found out where your brother is located!" she exclaimed as she clasped her hands together.
"Oh my God! Really?" I was literally bouncing off the walls. It was why my manager who hired the detective to hunt down Sora for me. He already found Sora. All we needed now was to find the perfect place to talk with Sora so he would understand what was going on and what happening.
"Mmhmm." she hummed.
"Sooo...when are we going to get him?" I asked.
"Well," An unknown voice intervened into the conversation. I turned around to see Chocobo-man and the blonde girl who I saw earlier.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Really, Roxas. It's only been like five years and you've already forgotten me!" The guy sounded really disappointed.
"He's Cloud Strife, your god brother whose mother took in Ventus and you." The blonde girl chimed in.
"Okay, and who are you?" I looked into the blonde girl's ocean blue orbs.
"I am Naminé." She curtseyed and then gave me a warm smile.
"So, when are we going to get Sora?" I repeated.
"Next week. We booked his family a vacation to Spira, so we will see him at your concert. There, you will manage to talk with him." Cloud informed.
"Good." I grinned before proceeding to where I was originally headed, supressing the need to skip the whole way.