Post by Becula on Jun 24, 2008 20:23:56 GMT -5
A young woman with long dark hair silently walked through a wooded area, completely lost as she trudged through shrubs, occasionally stumbling over fallen branches from a storm that had passed recently, the ground still soft and damp from the rain and the area a bit humid and warm. This was far from how the singer Naomi Nao pictured her day to go.
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Earlier, she walked down the sidewalk of the city wearing large sunshades and smile on her face, that is, until her mother called, nagging her. No, not about the usual things, like chores, or school. It was about work. Naomi's mother was her manager first and foremost, and had seemed to forgotten that she was a mother.
"Mom, come on, lots of other singers play the guitar!" She said, pausing as her mother spoke. "I don't care about blisters or callouses. I can treat them. No one cares about a singer's hands!" She paused again, letting out a defeated sigh. "Fine...but as for the lyrics, let me keep writing them. That's the least I ask for!"
The teen singer soon hung up, letting out a heavy sigh of frustration, tempted to throw her phone again the wall. Lately life had been one 24 hour headache after the next. She still loved to sing of course. But her mother tended to squeeze the fun out of everything. She sighed as she passed a medium sized poster with her face on it.
"Naomi Nao: Japan's Hottest Young Sensation!" She muttered with a laugh. She was quite popular in Japan, and kind of missed being in America for her U.S. tour. She was less known there, and had less demands. As she continued walking, keeping her face hidden partially, she found herself suddenly being chased by lovestruck guys. To some girls, this would be great, but to her it was creepy, sometimes scary, one man actually trying to make out with her once. Naomi took off, running as fast as she could, finding herself descending the subway stairs, heading down towards the platform. She had no tickets, or time to get one, and ran into a small hall she spotted. She had no idea where she was going, and she was losing sight of other people as she suddenly ran into an elevator, which began to descend before she even pressed a button, as if someone was helping her. But that was a stupid thought," she told herself.
She found herself at an empty platform, which was strange, as the platforms were usually bustling with various people. Naomi walked around a bit, spotting a solitary train. As this point she was just frustrated with everything, and found herself boarding it and soon falling asleep on the seat.
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Naomi shook her head. Nothing but strangeness had followed her waking. Was she in a dream? Judging by the cuts and scrape son her skin, no. Letting out a sigh, she walked slowly, finding nothing else to do but sing, her voice beautiful and angelic. Anyone that heard would most like feel suddenly relaxed, a sense of serenity and bliss coming over them. Or at the very least, they would have to be impressed.
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Earlier, she walked down the sidewalk of the city wearing large sunshades and smile on her face, that is, until her mother called, nagging her. No, not about the usual things, like chores, or school. It was about work. Naomi's mother was her manager first and foremost, and had seemed to forgotten that she was a mother.
"Mom, come on, lots of other singers play the guitar!" She said, pausing as her mother spoke. "I don't care about blisters or callouses. I can treat them. No one cares about a singer's hands!" She paused again, letting out a defeated sigh. "Fine...but as for the lyrics, let me keep writing them. That's the least I ask for!"
The teen singer soon hung up, letting out a heavy sigh of frustration, tempted to throw her phone again the wall. Lately life had been one 24 hour headache after the next. She still loved to sing of course. But her mother tended to squeeze the fun out of everything. She sighed as she passed a medium sized poster with her face on it.
"Naomi Nao: Japan's Hottest Young Sensation!" She muttered with a laugh. She was quite popular in Japan, and kind of missed being in America for her U.S. tour. She was less known there, and had less demands. As she continued walking, keeping her face hidden partially, she found herself suddenly being chased by lovestruck guys. To some girls, this would be great, but to her it was creepy, sometimes scary, one man actually trying to make out with her once. Naomi took off, running as fast as she could, finding herself descending the subway stairs, heading down towards the platform. She had no tickets, or time to get one, and ran into a small hall she spotted. She had no idea where she was going, and she was losing sight of other people as she suddenly ran into an elevator, which began to descend before she even pressed a button, as if someone was helping her. But that was a stupid thought," she told herself.
She found herself at an empty platform, which was strange, as the platforms were usually bustling with various people. Naomi walked around a bit, spotting a solitary train. As this point she was just frustrated with everything, and found herself boarding it and soon falling asleep on the seat.
---
Naomi shook her head. Nothing but strangeness had followed her waking. Was she in a dream? Judging by the cuts and scrape son her skin, no. Letting out a sigh, she walked slowly, finding nothing else to do but sing, her voice beautiful and angelic. Anyone that heard would most like feel suddenly relaxed, a sense of serenity and bliss coming over them. Or at the very least, they would have to be impressed.
