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AN: Okay, I got a bit of a writer's block with Milady, so I'm starting another series. I really liked how Talented and School Idols turned out, so this next one is almost a cross between the two. I hope you enjoy it! Please comment, I always love feedback and suggestions. If you have an idea or setting you'd like to see, either post it on my page, in the comments section, or message me. No charge, and I will dedicate it to you. So, with that, I hope you enjoy my latest series! You walked along the hallways. It was so foreign to you. This was your first day of high school. Not just that, but you were living in another city. That meant that yo

Cheers rose. Strobe lights have bright flashes lighting up the black stage. Lights in white and dark blues and purples zoomed around. Yūma stood ready, holding his bass guitar. Flower was sitting at the drums. You were holding your guitar. The music started.         "I walk a lonely road The only one that I've ever known Dont know where it goes But it's only me and I walk alone," Yūma started.        "I walk this lonely street On the boulevard of broken dreams Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk a-" Flower sung before you and Yūma joined in.         "M

Concert time! This'll probably take a few chapters. Two new songs, Pomp and Circumstance, BoBD, and I'll brush over Guardien Angel and BoYRS. So maybe two or three chapters? Loooooong fanfic, btw. "-five six seven eight!" Luka called as six of you worked on the steps for Pomp and Circumstance. You grabbed a swig of water and wiped the sweat off your forehead.         "We start in two hours!" A stagehand shouted.         "Let's start getting ready! We still have to do lighting tests and the whole hair/makeup stuff," Luka called.         You nodded. You had several outfits to wear. One for Pomp and Circumstance, one for the group rendition

"Wake up!"         "Get the hell out of my room, Rin," you mumbled, pulling the covers over your head.         "You need to pack your bag, ____. We're leaving in an hour and a half and you aren't even out of bed," Luka said, whipping off the blankets.          "You're not my mother," you grumbled.          "By law I actually am."          "Under a fake identity."          "Technicalities."          "Ugh."          You had a plane ride ahead of you. You were starting with a show in Vancouver. Work your way through Canada and the northern part of the U.S., go to Australia and New Zealand, a show in Japan, go through Europe, then Mexico

"How's it going, ____?" Len asked.          "Fine. More or less," you answered.          "More or less?"          "Can't find anything good for a song," you sighed.          "What's it about?"          "I'm doing a cover song of Social Casualty, Guardian Angel, and I need two other songs," you said.          "What do you have so far?"          "Absolutely nothing."          "Don't rush it. Find something that inspires you," Len offered.          "That's the thing. I don't know what."          "Memories, thoughts, feelings, it'll come to you. We're having dinner in twenty. Luka made salmon," Len smiled.          A shitty life? Your

"What sort of style do you want to have, ____?" Rin asked, hanging upside down off the couch.        "I dunno. I don't want a label, to be stereotyped. It makes people change away from who they are, when they're called one thing and one thing only," you responded, picking at the rips across the knees in your black skinny jeans.         "We all have a sound though. Then we can tell you what parts you would sound best in for group songs," Yūma said.         "It doesn't matter to me," you said.         "Punk rock and pop punk," Rin said.         "Rebellious," Miku added.         "Tsundere," IA contributed.        "Cool," Flower said.

The Vocaloids were out for costume fittings and to talk to the manager about their next tour starting in January. It was going to be their first multi-national tour. They'd normally just do one off shows. This was big. So you got the acoustic guitar from the basement. You'd also try it on electric guitar later.         "I feel my hands shaking with just the slightest tremor My smiling mask fades, I can't hold it up much longer Crystal eyes are just starting to quiver with pearly tears Shouldn't I be strong? Ignore the crowds and just move on," you sung, strumming the guitar lightly. You tried it a few times, switching guitars, exchanging ch

You ended up going to the nearest thrift shop, insisting to not buy anything too expensive, at least not until you could get a job or something. So you showered up, put on your newly purchased dark wash skinny jeans and vintage print Captain America short sleeved t-shirt, laced your black Vans, and got in the taxi to get to the airport.        "It was pretty fun," Gakupo said, "when Luka and I had to act like an engaged couple. I'd like to say that we pulled it off pretty well."        "You're famous performers though. You are literally my idols. How in all of hell did you convince them that you weren't part of a world renown group?" You as

You awoke in a hospital room. Everything ached. Your head, arms, torso, legs, all over. You could have been run over by a pack of elephants. You felt bandages around your head.        "Are you awake?" Len asked. It felt like your head was fogged over. Nothing was normal. You didn't know what was going on.        "Yeah, but I'd rather be sleeping. Being awake is crap," you groaned, shifting your position, trying to sit up.         "Understandable. Apparently you have a minor concussion, a badly rolled ankle from when you fell, some sever brushing almost everywhere including your ribs, a nasty cut on your head, and a few cuts and scrapes. On

So this is a request from ~iluvallen (https://www.deviantart.com/iluvallen). I hope that you enjoy this. Sorry it took so long , but I had so many fics on my hands and this will take a lot of time and effort. You lived your life in fear. Not fear for others, but for yourself. You had no one else. No one else that you cared about, at least. What did you have left? A broken heart. Not just broken, but with the very essence of it crushed. What good was there in this life? Your dreams were always nightmares. You could never sleep soundly. So today, like every other day, you woke up before your alarm went off. You were up an hour before you needed to be, but you still rose early.