"Hello Shibuya!!" The beauty yelled into the mic, turned into a giant Ryo-like smile.

Why the hell am I thinking of that midget?

"We are Oxy Censored and we are so frikkin' happy to be here!" The crowd yelled in response, deafening screams. I simply sipped my beer.

"Hey, you know who they are?" I asked the bartender who was wiping the bar for lack of nothing else to do.

"Oxy Censored, some rock band coming outta America. All members but the lead there are actually japanese." He didn't even look up at me, didn't matter though. I was too busy studying the beauty singing into the mic. Her voice sweet, holding pain in the lyrics. Sincere pain.

"They're pretty good." I said taking another swig from my beer.

"Too bad they're only opening. Everyone else is here to see some Miyavi wannabe bar warmer. Pretty popular on his venue circuit though." He was watching the band as was I.

I sat there watching the band pump the crowd up for whoever was coming after them... falling in love with every song they played. Soon they were walking off stage and back to wherever it is they rested in these cheap bar venues.

"Hey Leila, isn't that the dude who was checking you out the whole time?" The bassist asked, loud enough for me to hear. She almost choked on her water upon hearing that. Making me smirk before I took another drink.

"I can hear you." I said setting the bottle down before getting up to walk over to them. "And I was merely... observing my possible competition." The bassist gave me a smug look whereas the lead singer (whom I presumed was Leila.) was staring intensely at me. Somewhat in awe.

"Y-you're... Ued-da...." So she recognized me even with the hat and glasses.

"Mhm, you a fan?" I smiled my signature smile, I saw it. She was melting.

"Actually no." All composure coming back to her, shock had to be evident in my eyes.

"Then how do you know..." She scoffed.

"Dude, your famous. Just because I'm not kya-kyaing over you doesn't mean I don't know who you are." She corssed her arms, pulling her shirt a little lower exposing more of her skin.

Where the hell are you looking, Tatsuya? ert!

"Well, fan or not. I'd like to buy you a drink." I gestured to the bar beside us.

"I just want a free drink." She shrugged and followed me back to my barstool. Her bassist still in awe of the whole conversation.

"Your japanese is great." The other guy had started playing (or that was my excuse) so I leaned in and said into her ear.

"Save it." She said back, my head still near her ear. I withdrew away a bit to see her eyes meeting with mine, beautiful green eyes.

"Just a compliment." I wanted to keep my composure and say it but I couldn't, my lips had already connected with hers. Soft and cold and tasting of the on the beach I had ordered her.

She had responded though she said she wasn't a fan.

I massaged my lips on hers, hers massaging mine in perfect ryhthm. I her lips asking for entry, which she granted. Her tongue wrestled with mine for dominance. Which I happily won, exploring her cavern. I the roof of , she giggled and pulled away from the kiss, panting. Her sweet breath on my face.

"That tickles." She smiled a shy smile, our foreheads resting together.

"I'm sorry. Let me make it better." I pulled her neck in for another kiss, just as heated as the one before. Her hands finding way to my neck, no more hair for her tangle in so she settled for playing with my ear. I can't tell you how long we made out like that for but when we pulled apart, our foreheads resting against each other again. Our breaths mixing with each other.

"I lied." She panted, I looked at her questioningly. She let out a laugh before responding. "I'm a fan... now." I laughed and kissed her forehead.

***Four weeks later. Ueda's apartment.***

I scribbled onto the note before dropping it into the envelope with the pending agreement.

The note reading 'For my newest fan. Your big break. Call me. 678-9231'

I smiled and placed the letter in my out box.

 

About four days later I got a phone call.

"Oh. My God. Why?" She was smiling, I heard it in her voice.

"Oxy Censored doesn't belong in bars." I smiled.

"Oh, so do we belong in Tokyo Dome next to KAT-TUN?" She asked, I smiled immensely huge.

"Of course."

"Then so be it. See you on tour." She hung up and I fell on my bed, I couldn't be more excited to see her again. To kiss her again.