16... so they say

[singsingbluesilver]

[ voice | English ]

I guess what they say is true. Talent can be found in the weirdest places. Thanks again everyone that came to our little talent search. If anyone is still interested in joining us, please inform myself or Tohma about your interest. We're still on the look out for people who can manage those with more talent than common sense. Because rock and rollers don't always know what's best for them, and managers do! Even if it includes getting the star up at five in the morning using a bazooka smack to the head!

So anyways, if you need a listening to or a showing off, just leave one of us a message, and we'll arrange a face-to-face cuz those work better than over the communicator thing. Also! Newly arrived and still a performer of some kind? Give me a jingle here and I'll get Tohma involved.

Thanks for listening!

[ He repeats it in Japanese before signing off. ]

Comments

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure what could possibly be a bigger incentive. What does he want us to do, kidnap Eiri and hold him hostage and release him once he writes spectacular songs?

You're right; that kind of balance is possible, albeit not easily achievable.

[singsingbluesilver]

I've done that, remember? In exchange, he hummed his last song. I don't know what else would work.

Which is why I never tried something like that.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

I meant, does he want us to keep doing it every time he gets into a slump? It's ridiculous.

It's perfectly fine if you choose one over the other. However, it's pathetic to say you love both equally when you don't act like it at all.

[singsingbluesilver]

I'm pretty sure that Eiri wouldn't like it if we kept on destroying his rest and writing time by tying him up all the time.

Agreed.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

No, he wouldn't. I wouldn't like it either. He's just going to have to find some way to inspire himself or give up music. I don't see a point in continuing to be a musician when you only give 10% of your effort.

[singsingbluesilver]

I still say Bad Luck had a soft time of it. We should have sent them on a tour in a rusty old van.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

With a couple sets of groupies who would annoy them to no end.

[singsingbluesilver]

Like that one tour of ours? Where we ended up getting thrown in jail for some kind of drummed up charge just to get away from them?

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

That would be the one.

I really did go easy on them, didn't I?

[singsingbluesilver]

Well, it was one our first tours and we did have that useless manager, that guy with the three long chin hairs.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

I remember.

[Steepling his fingers as he ponders what made him go so easy on Shuichi.]

Well, we certainly matured to be a legendary band in the end, didn't we?

[singsingbluesilver]

Didn't we end up getting him stuck in that biker bar with those women and we snuck out the back door with a rival gang?

That we did. I'm still surprised no one tracked down those old records.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

Yes, but it was entirely your idea.

Perhaps no one bothered to look for those old records because they were simply afraid of the consequences. I don't see why they would be so afraid of doing it, though.

[singsingbluesilver]

Most of our best ideas usually are part of my idea.

I have nothing to hide. Not even that time with the odd backstage party that we needed a riot control to come in and clear it out.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

Of course. That's why you're a genius. ♫

I know you have nothing to hide, Ryuichi. Neither does Noriko. I certainly have nothing to hide, either. It would simply be troublesome if people tried to dig up old information, both for us and for them.

[singsingbluesilver]

So are you, Tohma.

[ Smiles and leans forward, very lightly tapping the corner of his mouth. ]

Who would have ever guessed we would hold so much power like we do now.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

Perhaps, but all of Japan agrees that you are the mastermind behind it all. Which, I really can't disagree with.

Mm. Yes, who would have thought? It certainly took a lot of work, though. And, it's a nice feeling knowing we'll never have to be an opening act again. I think those days were the most embarrassing of my life.

I think we had Japan--and you had America--wrapped around our little fingers so easily because they were addicted to you, Noriko, and myself.

[singsingbluesilver]

It's the bunny. They love the fact I carry a bunny.

[ Laughs because even he knows it's not that. ]

Hard work pays off in the end. Hard work and the balls to grab what we wanted. Yes, we are an addiction and I can't say that we would ever find a day when we will go back to an opening act.

It's right where they need to be.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

Actually. I think it is the bunny. The mastermind behind Nittle Grasper is clearly Kumagoro. We mustn't let too many people know that, though.

["Thoughtfully"] We probably would never have been half as popular if Kumagoro were, say, a brown bunny, or a white bunny with a black spot on its eye.

If the day comes where we're forced to play as an opening act again, I think I'll just put my synthesizer in the closet and never look back. I don't ever want to be that bad.

It is where they need to be. ♥

[singsingbluesilver]

Pink is clearly a sign of super bunny intellegence.

[ Shakes his head nad very carefully licks Tohma's nose. ]

We won't. We never will.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

It is. I'm sure the long ears help t---

...You licked my nose.

[singsingbluesilver]

So I did.

[ Kisses him instead. ]

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

[ Regarding him for a moment before returning a chaster kiss. ]

But why did you lick my nose?

[singsingbluesilver]

Because!

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

[ He's waiting for a continuation of the explanation... then realizes that was the entire explanation. ]

I... see. [ No, he really doesn't, but he's going to pretend he does. ]

Reiji-san is actively looking for where Eiri-san and Shindou-san are living. If she finds them, then she's bound to find us, and I'd rather not fuel her fantasies.

I'm starting to get paranoid that any moment she'll burst into the room with her bazooka or something, screaming about how we're denying her "beautiful love" or something like that.