Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

My Asrun Star	By : nanashiamai Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Vitas Bumac Views: 820 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Vitas Bumac. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Author's Note: beware of willie nelson.

that being said, yay, its chapter two, aka "vitas meets gackt". joy? i thought so.

oh, and just so you know, all the random side characters i invented because i seriously don't know that much about vitas. like his manager, yeah. i made him up. i mean i'm sure he has a manager, but i don't think he's an ass. i think. i hope.

songs featured in this chapter: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqNBRJ_879c (Opera #2 - watch this. it'll explain the joke gackt cracks towards the end) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRR0LYe2qLE (Devotion - the D#. listen for it...its amazing) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8P-9dQb1JGw (Mechty)

go find blue on your own.

Chapter 2: Blue Piano Solo

The cacophony of rings went on for several minutes before the Russian male was aware of the sound, but as soon as he saw the small red light blinking atop the phone, he found himself tumbling off the bed onto the floor, grasping the phone frantically in his hand. “Hello?”

Familiarity crossed his mind at the sound on the other end, and an exasperated expression crossed his otherwise soft features. It was his manager. It was also roughly 3am Japan time, and not the time to be calling a slightly undrunk celebrity who had been experiencing frustration for the past few hours.

“Vitalli? I can see you made it to Tokyo in one piece,” the voice chirped over the phone, and Vitas picked himself up off the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed that now sat disheveled in the darkness of night.

“What is it? Its 3 in the morning here, and I was busy sleeping off -” He paused here as he knew that ‘sleeping off vodka’ was not something his manager would want to hear. Alcohol was no good for the human vocal chords, and to hear that your star musician was drowning his sorrows in a bottle of vodka was like a stab straight to your pocketbook. “Sorry. What is it?”

“3 am? Did I wake Svetlana? I’m sorry.”

“Shit no,” Vitas responded rather quickly, rubbing his forehead with his hand, his dark hair matted and sticky with sweat. Had he really sweat that much? Or was it just a dream…

“No?”

The dark male sighed into his hand as this was the last conversation that he wanted to be having at 3 am. “No, Kassian, she’s not here.”

There was an awkward silence on the other end as his manager pondered the proper response. He clearly wasn’t thinking completely well as he finally chose the words, “Why not?”

Vitas sighed and shook his head. “Because we had a fight again.”

Yet another strange silence penetrated the air, leaving the pregnant pause expecting on the ear. It lasted for longer than Vitas would have liked, but he feared to break it as well because he knew what was coming. Finally, a word – “Again?”

“…yes.”

The silence was almost overwhelming, and though the male had found himself desirous of it the day before as he traveled from Riga to Tokyo, it now seemed out of place, but not nearly as out of place as his next sentence. “Don’t let it affect your performance, okay?”

He looked crossly at the phone but didn’t let the attitude affect his tone. “Have I ever?”

“No,” came the simple reply on the other line, and once more the air was filled with expectation as no one said anything for a matter of moments. Vitas dared not speak next, for somewhere inside he was fighting with the urge to simply hang up on the man that controlled his life, while another wanted to break down and cry – something he hadn’t done since his youth. Lucky for him, Kassian spoke again, slowly at first, but firm and with resolution. “Well, I’m sorry. The reason I called…make sure you are up before 7. There will be a limousine waiting for you to take you to the park. There is a soundcheck at 7:30 and I can’t afford for you to be late. There are 5 other major performers who will also need the time to practice, so you’ll make the best of it. The band will meet you there – I set them up at a separate hotel, as usual. I know you don’t like to be bothered with them during your alone time.”

Who would? Vitas thought to himself, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. After all, that was the purpose of alone time – hence the term ‘alone’. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there.”

“Good. Have a good concert. You’ll blow them away, just like in China. I’m sure of it.” There was no fairwell, no ‘take care’, but the audible ‘click’ on the other end that said Kassian had ended the conversation.

I’m not, the singer thought to himself privately, but he didn’t express this outwardly as he put the phone back in the cradle and stared at it for a matter of moments. At this time of night, it seemed the bane of his existence, and it had roused him from a relatively dreamless sleep that had left him wanting nothing more. Now that he had awoken, there would be no more sleeping for him for a while. Not that it mattered. He had slept enough for one day, and though it was 3 in the morning, part of him believed he’d have time to rest himself before the concert. The silence had returned and it was a comfort of sorts, though a slight headache told him he’d had more vodka then he’d realized while on the plane, and now was the time to get past it.

Standing up, he made his way to the bathroom, his eyes now well adjusted to the dark so that he could find his way. The tile floor was cold, even through his socks, but he didn’t mind it too much as he made his way to the light-switch, flipping it on. A low hum filled the room; B-flat, he thought as he tuned in to the melodic pitch, then he hummed it for a moment only before completely disrobing. His suit lay in a crumpled heap on the floor and he paused if only to collect himself, his eyes surveying the Jacuzzi-like bathtub that seemed to shine like liquid gold. Crouching by the faucet, he turned it gently as the water began to sputter forth and held his hand underneath the stream to accustom himself to the temperature. It was warm – warm enough soak in, and after the water began to fill the bottom of the tub, he stepped in on insecure legs, only to find the comfort of the water overwhelming as he sat in the bottom.

I can’t believe I’m here, he thought to himself as he leaned back, allowing the warm water to sooth him and keep his mind off the throbbing in his head. The ache brought him back to Svetlana and only made him wish he had another bottle of Absolut.

It was the first time he had left for a concert without her. The first night in years that she was not sleeping beside him. The first time he felt completely helpless to right things. He could still see the image of her angry face in his head, and yet somehow she was completely perfect even in her scorn. The lines that furrowed her ivory brow had been imperfections and yet at the same time perfect in their imperfectness. Her humanity was beautiful, and her sadness was a divine sadness. And now that she was angry with him, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. She had been his world, up to that point. Now she was lost to him and he had to go on like it was any other day. It was the joy of being an entertainer. People didn’t care if you were hurting. They wanted a show.

Vitas leaned forward to turn off the water as it had reached his shoulders and was lapping against his neck. Its warmth had enveloped him completely and it felt good to surround himself in something. He no longer had her warmth to cling to, so this was all he had.

Steam now surround him as he rested, his eyes closed so he could fully experience the water without any distraction, he began humming to himself quietly at first, then slowly he formed the words on his lips;

“Ya podozhdu esche chut'-chut' (I will wait a bit more)
I sobirat'sya budu v put' (And then prepare myself for the journey)
Vsled za nadezhdoj i mechtoj (Towards my dream and hope)
Ne dogoraj zvezda moya, postoj… (Don’t burn out yet, star of mine, wait)”

He stopped there and fell silent, now opening his eyes to survey himself in the dim light. It was interesting to him that, of all the things he could have chosen to sing in that moment, it was Star that broke through his consciousness. Perhaps it was the desperation of the lyrics. Perhaps it was the cry with which it was sung. And maybe, for the first time, he realized just exactly what he was singing about. This new meaning brought to him, he could not continue. Not in this light, nor this mood, and instead he brought his attention back to himself. He would be leaving this hotel in less than four hours. From there, he would be put on a stage with several other musicians from around the Far East for acoustic balance, and then it was the concert. The idea of singing in an area he was relatively unknown in was enough to give him a nervous knot in the pit of his stomach, but then he recalled the American tour and had little to worry for. The time in the United States had been the hardest for him, simply because it is nearly impossible for foreign artists to gain popularity in a country that birth’s such a majority of the world’s popular music. t.A.T.u. had been lucky enough to make a break there, one of the few Russian groups to be known, but even he had received grand applause from the Americans. Here in Japan, he was close enough to his Chinese front to have more comfort.

He soaked there for almost an hour before finally deciding he had done enough resting and he pulled the plug, allowing the water to rush through the shining silver grate while he remained sitting. Time seemed to stand still as he waited patiently for himself to return, but before time had become too inconsequential it was 6:30 and he was fully clothed, running a comb through his hair once more before heading for the door.

As he pulled the door open, he was met by the same working man who had hauled his luggage for him the day before. Haruki, if he recalled correctly. “Hello?”

The male was taken aback when he saw the other standing at the door, his hand raised as though he were about to wrap on it. “Ah, I am sorry, Bumac-Sama. I was told to come to this room if you were not in the lobby by 6:30.”

Vitas rolled his eyes. Of course Kassian was on top of things, but occasionally he found it to be little more than an annoyance. “I am coming. I wanted to stop by the restaurant for some tea.”

“Any breakfast?” the Japanese man asked softly, closing the door behind Vitas as he stepped from the room and leading him politely yet rapidly to the elevator.

The Russian shook his head. “Absolutely not. I never eat before I have to sing unless I have several hours to spare.”

“Very well,” Haruki responded in a terse voice, entering the elevator at the end of the hall and waiting for his guest to join him. “That is unfortunate – the wait staff were called in early on your account.”

Vitas looked visibly embarrassed, though he didn’t express this through words. The Japanese certainly went out of their way to make their guests feel comfortable, and if anything it was difficult for him to receive such grand treatment. “I’m sorry for the trouble.”

Haruki did not respond by stepped from the elevator when it landed on the ground floor. His steps were quick and it took Vitas some time to catch up to him. Strange how such a small man, barely 5’5”, could walk so briskly that the 5’10” Russian had to jog lightly to keep up. Of course, his mood could have been a determining factor in his gait, but Vitas did little to ponder this, as he was already embarrassed that they had gone through the trouble for him.

As they entered one of the fine restaurants in the hotel, Haruki shouted something to the wait staff in rapid, fluent Japanese. His announcement was met with several other voices that didn’t sound terribly pleased, though it was always hard to tell ones mood in a language outside the mother-tongue. Seconds later, Vitas found himself standing at the counter, waiting for someone to bring him a disposable cup of tea. The tea was to sooth the vocal folds, of course, but somehow he felt like he should eat something to make the wait staffs trouble well worth it.

That thought passed quickly as he left a large tip on the counter to show his thanks despite his inability to help the situation. It was easy to afford it, and the most he could offer. He made a point of leaving the paper money on the counter after the small, round-faced waitress who brought him his drink had left, leaving it open and ‘anonymous’, so to speak. However, he did hear a collection of excited voices as he rounded the corner to where his limousine awaited him, a chorus of arigato’s meeting his ears. Briefly a smile flickered on his otherwise expressionless face; he knew what that word meant in Japanese.

--------------------------------

When Vitas reached the park at around 7:15, he was pleased to see the rest of the band was already there and set up. Two of the backup singers approached him and each greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, receiving one in return from the slender male. He cast the third female his signature mischievous smile, but she simply nodded in response, clearly too tired to be processing at the moment. “Its alright, Nadia – I understand,” he called to the girl with a small laugh under his voice, and she cast him a soft smile to show she understood.

It was when he was finally surrounded with the people he worked with – the movers and makers of his beautiful music – that his mind was able to quiet itself of thoughts of Svetlana. For this time, it was like none of it had happened and he could rest in the music. It was easy to escape into the music in times like this. The music was his life.

“Would the band please take their places for the sound check?” a voice broke into the friendly exchange through the speakers that were situated about the park. Vitas glanced around, trying to find the source of the voice. It must have been the small electronics booth that had been set up towards the back of the open area, crested by cherry trees. It sat at the tail end of the seating area, and was occupied by two small Japanese men, one sporting glasses and another large headphones.

A tech came from somewhere beyond the stage and approached Vitas, handing him a cordless microphone as well as a headset microphone. “Both?”

Vitas shrugged and took both upon himself. “Yes?” he replied vaguely, setting the headset on a white grand piano that was situated toward the center of the stage. Then, taking the handheld microphone in his hand, he flipped the switch on the bottom, turning it on. “How long do we have?” he spoke into the microphone, his voice crackling through the speakers as the sound people equalized the balance.

“One hour,” came the simple reply.

Alright, he thought as glanced at the band. They knew the set; it was simply getting together.

Seven songs, a few selections from each of his albums, opening with Opera #2 and closing with Devotion. It was a decent set, though not one of his favourites, and he had toyed with the idea of doing Mechny as a finale if the crowd called for it. Without thinking about it, he turned to the band and nodded, signaling for them to cue themselves up.

------------------------

After the sound check, Vitas parted with his band and found himself wandering around the park, viewing the natural beauty of the cherry trees in bloom. He hadn’t come across anyone familiar, but it didn’t seem to bother him. He enjoyed listening to the muffled sound of the musicians as they filled the park from three separate stages; there were so many musicians here it was unreal, and it was perhaps one of the first times he had been surrounded by this many other artists. Ever since Opera #2 made it big, he had been going solo; sold out tours for thousands were his venue for the past seven years.

In his steady gait through the park, he came upon a small lake that was lapping lightly in the pale
light of morning. The sky reflected grey in its depths, and the surrounding cherry trees littered it with pink blossoms. A song, he thought to himself as he looked at it, inspired by the beauty he saw. It would be in the same vein as Autumn Leaves he reasoned, and a good tribute to his eastern fans.

However, when he found himself standing there, taking in the natural with his silent being, a gentle piano melody was lifted upon the wind, brought to him somewhere from behind. Turning, Vitas made his way to the path and, following the sound, found himself near a building in the style of traditional temples. The sound seemed to be coming from somewhere inside, and, as quietly as he could, he made his way up the steps to find its source. When he reached the top, he was standing inside a Japanese temple, and he could clearly see the source of the music – a gleaming black grand piano and a Japanese male seated before it. His hair was flaming red, and somehow he’d managed to spike it in various degrees all over his head. His eyes were closed when the Russian chanced upon him as he seemed completely taken with the music that he was immersing himself in.

The melody was beautiful, though Vitas didn’t know it. It looked like it was based off some mode, but the lack of accidentals told him that it was simpler than it sounded. However, the rapidly increasing speed with which his fingers moved fluidly across the keys was also a clue to this man’s talent.

He was classically trained.

Falling into the music himself, Vitas allowed himself to close his eyes and take in the sounds that brilliant piano was producing, content simply to appreciate it for what it was. It took him places no other mode could – music was like that in a way. A catharsis. A release.

An escape.

When the music stopped, he remained where he was, taking in the blessed silence that seemed to accompany the song just as well as the music. He sighed deeply once when he was addressed.

“Like it?"

The shock must have been evident on his face, for the Japanese male had just spoken to him in flawless Russian, clearly aware of his language. He was smiling in an amused way, almost as though he planned the whole thing and was reveling in the Russian’s state of confusion.

After a brief silence, he nodded. “Beautiful. What is it?”

The Japanese male laughed, his amusement growing. He didn’t answer the question but instead walked past the Russian and made his way down the steps as though no longer in need of his presence. It was a bit off-putting, to say the least, but Vitas wasn’t to be swayed and turned quickly to follow him. “So you’re the male soprano,” the Japanese male continued when aware of his being followed.

“I suppose,” Vitas responded, not sure how to take the remark.

“Yeah, I definitely heard that D# all the way in Mitaka,” he joshed as he made his way down the stone path, neither opposed nor supportive of his new companion. He did, however, crack a smile as something passed through his mind at the thought. “Lucky for you the Ghibli museum didn’t blow up. That note could have shattered the Tokyo tower.”

Then without saying more, the mysterious Japanese male increased his gait and mounted another stage; the main. Vitas would have followed him further if he hadn’t realized the strange man he had just encountered was one of his fellow performers. “Who was that?” he asked no one in particular. But the answer was left unspoken.

AN: i know its the worst ending in the world. but i had to end it and i didn't know how. yeah. does anyone read this but me? leave me comments!
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

My Asrun Star