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The beginning (Due'le quartz)

Title: The beginning
Author: [info]wilwa
Genre: Bandfic, everyday

Chapters: Oneshot ( ? ) and drabble (Words: 346)
Ratings: G
Band: Due'le quartz

Resume:
The beginning of Miyabi's career.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Due'le quartz, or Miyabi/Miyavi, they belong to themselves. I also don't get any money out of this and it's all imagination.
Comments:
I wrote this on the commuter train home. It was some days ago, and I don't know if I'm fully pleased with this, but as my mood when I wrote this is gone I'm gonna accept it as it it is for now. I'm also thinking of writing a multi-chapered Due'fic, and with this as the beginning. Thinking of linking it with Sakito was the first to leave... ). But problem is that you'll already know how it's gonna end then. Hm... I'm gonna think about it and see.

X-posted.

When he walked in to the room that was cast as the audition-room he didn't even have a name. The name that his parents had given him didn't count; in this world he needed a name that stuck to the brain. Something really cool.

 

Waiting for his turn he tried to block his nervousness that started to built in his stomach by trying to create a name that would be Him for the rest of his life.

 

The independant rock band Due'le quartz is armed with a new guitarist. The young talent seems to be greatly skilled and I'm afraid we're stuck with him for years to come. Be sure to remember his name, it's: ___.”

 

But how hard he tried he couldn't find a name that suited, that sounded good to fill the empty space in the tale. When it was his turn he gripped his guitar-case tightly, holding his breath as he walked on to the scene that would show him off till, hopefully, his future band mates.

 

What was said on stage he didn't really remember. And how he came up with the name Miyabi he can't recall at all. He was a lanky teenager with no ounce of elegance what so ever and when he left the scene he disloathed himself. Thoughts of that he could have done so much better, given better answers, acted more cool and musician-like, that he should have made up a name that was believable on him wandered trough his head.

 

When he got home he punched his pillow; hide under his blanket in self-con tempted shame of his behaviour. He would never ever be chosen to be the guitarist of Due'le quartz. He was way to un-cool for that.

 

With a grunt he accepted his grandmother's offer of a cup of tea. While he got up from the futon he tried to dismiss the thoughts of becoming a guitarist. To accept that he was to not cool for that. Maybe he should just stick to the idea of becoming a doctor.

 

Miyabi.

 

He was Miyabi.


Comments

jättebra som vanligt^^
asså fasen va svårt d måsta va å komma på ett stagenamn O.o man vill ju att d ska låta coolt å så, precis som du skrev
Tack! :)

Skojaru, hur kommer dom på det egentligen? det måste ju låta bra och man måste ju gilla det och det ska vara ltät att komma ihåg och lätt att uttala >-<
It's hard to imagine Miyabi as lacking self confidence, but you've written it very well!
There's a few gramatical errors that are distracting though (eg: in depended = independant)
Yeah, I imagine him insecure in the beginning and gaining more and more confidence and such along the way (and fooling everyone that he has good confidence but really hasn't). Thank you :).

Ah, I see. Thanks for the correction! I blame it both on English not being my first language and OpenOffice that changed it to in depended. I will fix it!
I liked it :) Miyabi was so cute... I can actually imagine him like this back in that days.
Waiting for more! ^^
I'm starting to really love teen-Miyabi, so adorable :).
Yay, glad you liked it! We'll see if I continue it :).