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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.

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Author's note: am i getting obnoxious with the musical stuff? because if i am, just hit me with a fish or something and i'll knock it off. in theory.

so today we have an emo moment care of vitas, a pirates moment care of gackt, a hot moment care of vitas' suit, and a couple interesting revelations in the line of talent.

any and all songs mentioned in this chapter have been linked in previous chapters; if you want to hear them, just go back. as for the suit...i think i linked that video too. not that it matters - i'm sure if you search yahoo images for vitas, you'll know which one it is when you see it. that fucking suit is incredible. i want one. preferably with a vitas in it.

as always, r&r is much appreciated. anyone who does so will recieve cookies. and a lifetime subscription to "nanashi loves you" magazine (limited time only quantities may vary offer is subject to change).

Chapter 3: Bitter Oasis

Vitas was busy overlooking the list of performers once more as he sat with several of his band mates in an out-of-the-way tent in the majestic park. The tent had been set up specifically for those musicians who would be performing in the concert, and every so often they would flit in and out, taking various food items from the tables that lined the walls. The Russians were all sitting at a large table together, and while the musicians were busy eating to satisfy themselves, Vitas had yet to pick up anything and was instead scanning the list of names he knew in order to narrow the list to discover the mysterious Japanese male he had encountered.

“You going to eat something, V?” Nadia asked him quietly as she looked over his shoulder, her ebony eyes scanning the paper Vitas held in his hand.

“I’m not hungry,” he replied vaguely, pointing to one of the names on the list and looking back at her. “Does Show sound like a Japanese name?”

“No – it’s Chinese,” came the voice of Alek, his keyboardist, as he shook his head at the two of them. “Japanese names are more likely to have a vowel after every consonant.”

“Like Kamui?” questioned Nadia, pointing to a name that was towards the bottom of the list and followed by a clear asterisk.

“Yeah, that sounds Japanese,” Alek replied without really staying in tune with the conversation, and returned to eating his sandwich.

Vitas examined the name at the bottom – Gackt Kamui. Apparently this performer was the main attraction of the show, for he was to be featured solo on the main stage in the park. The other performers were stuck doing smaller sets because six groups would be featured on that particular stage. It must have been him, Vitas thought, because when he had met the strange Japanese man, he had left to do his own soundcheck on stage – one that seemed very much the main stage of the event. “Does anyone know anything about this Gackt?”

Anya, another of the backup singers, shrugged and pulled up a laptop from within her bag. It was sitting beside her on the bench as she sat at the table, and, if Vitas recalled correctly, she never left without it. Opening the small electronic device, it sprung to life and she began to type madly on the Cyrillic keypad, obviously searching for this individual.

“There’s a wikipedia article about him…”

“That’s promising,” Nadia spoke softly with a nod, brushing her hair behind her ear and casting an odd glance at the frontliner. “Why are you so keen to find out who he is?”

The other simply shrugged, as he wasn’t quite sure himself, but he had to know. Shifting so he could see over Anya’s shoulder, he glanced at the wikipedia article on the artist. At the image in the right corner, a glimmer of recognition passed through his eyes. It wasn’t exactly as he remembered the male, but the face was clear enough. “I think that’s him.”

“Good, now that you know, are you going to eat something?” Nadia was watching him with a firm expression, and though her kindness was clear, she was also making a demand more than a request.

Not wanting to deal with the impending argument, Vitas shook his head. “I think I’m going for a walk,” he replied simply and stood up, making his way to the exit of the tent. Though his stomach was aching, it was something he had grown accustomed to in his years of being a performer, and he wasn’t about to worry about it right now. Being around the band was comforting, but at the same time it made him uncomfortable because they would know something was wrong. They always knew, and now that Svetlana was not there for the first time in…5 years…they had to know.

It didn’t take him long to find himself beside another body of water, walking along the path that lined its shore. He could hear the sound of the water from the fountains splashing musically to his left as he continued, his gait slow and purposeless. He finally lost any desire to walk anymore and turned so he was facing the lake, leaning against the railing that lined its sides. At last he was in silence again, alone again, free to think again.

The silence lasted for barely anytime at all, though, as Nadia clearly came seeking him out and he felt her presence beside him at the fence. “I’ll be the one to ask. Everyone’s been talking about it, but no one has the guts to say anything. What happened?”

“We had a fight,” Vitas replied simply, not turning to face the female but keeping his eyes locked on the water. “She…left me.”

Nadia gently placed her hand on his back in a soothing manner, but he flinched at her touch visibly, not quite sure how to respond to the kindness. “I’m sorry, V.” She didn’t say anything for a few moments, standing beside him and watching the water in lieu of breaking the perfect silence of the natural. Her presence was awkward, but yet at the same time Vitas was glad to have someone to speak to about it as he was still struggling internally from the event.

He missed Svetlana.

If there was any way to express that frustration, he would have, but being unable to find a release, he simply suppressed it. Ultimately, he chose the more painful option. However, now that Nadia was aware, he felt more open to speak freely with her – it was better than confessing to Kassian, and certainly better than internalizing everything. “It’s worse than that.”

“How?” Nadia asked, her eyes now locked on the male’s face, and though he didn’t turn to face her he could see the compassion in her eyes.

Without saying more, he decided instead to show her, and his hand found its way into his pocket. Why did he bother to torture himself and carry it with him everywhere? He still wasn’t quite sure why had had taken the ring and brought it with him. It wouldn’t find her finger from here, but somehow keeping it close was more real that pretending he hadn’t wanted something more.

Silently he slipped the box into Nadia’s hand and shook his head. The dark female wasn’t entirely aware of what she was holding until she opened the box skeptically, then her confusion changed instantly to shock. “Oh my gosh! She said no?”

“I never got to ask,” he replied simply, leaning on the railing once more and turning finally to meet Nadia’s eyes. He cast her an awkward smile in an attempt to cover up his hurt, but it was clear it did nothing, for the pity in her eyes remained, causing stoicism to return to him. “I wanted to ask her here. And as she walked away…it just wasn’t right to say anything.”

Nadia was apparently unable to speak as she simply stared, the expression not leaving her face, nor a word exiting her mouth. In her heart she wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words. There was nothing to say that could fix what was already broken.

“Its okay…I guess…I should have expected it,” he continued, brushing his fingers through chestnut hair somewhat out of nerves and somewhat out of a desire to do something with them. “What she said to me…it’s true. This really hurts me to admit.”

“What did she say to you?” Nadia pressed, finally finding her voice amidst her constricted lungs.

This time he met her eyes fully and didn’t look away. “She said that I didn’t love her, because I’m already in love with…myself.” It was terrible having to say it out loud, but once it had been spoken he knew that it had to be truth. After all, he was the celebrity. He was the one who felt awkward not being noticed because of who he was, who didn’t understand when people failed to buckle under his good looks and charm. Svetlana had been right. There was no room for her in his world. “What hurts the most is that…she’s right. And I hate myself for that.” He couldn’t blame Svetlana for the things she had said. She had only spoken what was on her heart, and he couldn’t help but love her all the more for it.

Love her all the more, and despise himself for being a fool.

“That’s pretty heavy, V…” Nadia spoke up finally, looking slightly taken aback by the honest confession. “I mean…I just…I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he replied in a quiet voice, now turning his eyes downcast and sighing deeply. “Just…thanks for listening. I need to work this out for myself. I can’t just sit back and pretend everything is alright, but I also can’t believe this is the end. I can’t give up on her.” A gentle breeze made its way across the water and toyed with both individual’s clothing, sending it swirling around their slender forms, and Nadia pulled at her shirtsleeves in an attempt to warm herself. “I can change.”

There were no more words to pass between them as the pair stood by, watching the water, listening to the wind, pondering. It was a blissful silence, not uncomfortable but rather insightful. Nadia did not press him, and Vitas, glad to have given up his confession to a friend, was comfortable to rest in the fact that he wasn’t entirely alone. Here the two remained for a time until their silent reverie was broken by the voice of Alek across the lake.

“Hey you two, are we going to get some practice in today or are we just going to wing it?” The keyboardist wore a bright smile, clearly unaware of what had chanced, but with enough distance between them to keep him guessing as to what their expressions meant.

“Coming,” Nadia replied, and she waited until Alek had vanished into the trees again before turning her attention to the male to her left. “I won’t tell them if you don’t want me to.”

Vitas smiled, though there was an infinite sadness behind the expression; this was clear. “I’d appreciate that. Thank you.”

Nadia shrugged and returned the smile, clapping him on the shoulder with her free hand. “No problem. Now, let’s go before they come and carry us.”

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Dusk had already fallen. The park was steadily filling with people, Japanese citizens who peppered the grass, assembled chairs and lined the edges of the ponds on small bamboo rugs. From his station at the Kohaku stage wing he could glimpse the audience, and was entirely privy to the opening performances on all three stages. Nervousness was gripping him, as he was used to, but for some odd reason it seemed different this time as he found himself in a new situation. Somewhere between three in the afternoon and the present, he had encountered a handful of famous Asian musicians (one of which, a Chinese artist named Show, he would share the stage with) that were just as skilled as he. It was strange something so trivial could influence his mood, and yet he almost felt intimidated by the talent he was surrounded with.

“Hey…Zhù nǐ háoyùn...” he heard from somewhere behind him, and he turned to see the Chinese musician, Show, standing with a smile and an outstretched hand. When Vitas showed no reaction or any semblance of understanding, the man looked pensive for a moment before forcing in broken English, “good luck, friend.”

“Ah, yes, Udači,” the Russian replied in his native tongue, hoping the Chinaman would understand. Show seemed to because he nodded to his fellow performer before disappearing into the background. The greeting had done its job of comforting the Russian before he realized that he would be going on stage shortly. Knowing this seemed to calm him greatly as the moment approached, and when the opening acts stepped down, he readied himself for the entrance.

From the back of the grassy viewing area, several of the other musicians waited behind the tech booth, hoping to catch a glimpse of one another’s acts in lieu of waiting in the background with little to do. As the Russian singer and his act were going to their positions, Gackt Kamui stood by with a curious expression on his face; to his left, Hyde, lead singer of Japanese band L’arc~en~ciel glanced at his friend and took in his thoughtful aura. Gackt inhaled deeply before lighting up a cigarette, taking in the smoky flavour and glancing at the Hyde. “Looking forward to seeing the others?”

Hyde shrugged vaguely. “Eh, I know what half of them sound like. Who doesn’t know Ayumi? I mean…she’s pretty much the top selling artist in Japan. And Show…eh, he doesn’t do much for me.” The dark-haired male put his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight, obviously unsure what to do with himself. Either that or he was impatient for the act to start. “Honestly? I’m just curious to know who that ridiculously high voice belongs to.”

Gackt laughed lightly and took a long drag of the cigarette, the ashes glowing crimson against his porcelain face. After allowing the smoke to fill his lungs completely, he exhaled slowly and turned to face his friend. “Well, you’ll find out now. He’s next.”

“Really?”

Gackt nodded, a smile crossing his normally expressionless face as his eyes hit the stage. “Eunich-y. Snip snip.”

The other clearly caught the reference and snickered, shaking his head at his companion with disbelief. “Now come on.”

“You laughed, didn’t you?”

Hyde couldn’t refute the statement and instead turned his eyes to the stage as the lights slowly raised, revealing Vitas and his band. A series of strangely dressed individuals in black pantomimed playing the violin in the background, and for some reason the Russian male was dressed in formal attire, though more appropriate for another era. The suit was a clean, dark black, and accented by a white, fluffy scarf. However, his expression didn’t entirely fit the attire, as his face was crossed by perhaps the most mischievous, childish smile he could have sported. “Wow.”

“Teh, that Russian makes me laugh,” Gackt spoke softly with a chuckle, tossing his finished cigarette to the ground and grinding it under his boot.

As Vitas prepared himself for his high note, throwing his arms out and his head back, Hyde had to stifle laughter, which caused a small snort to come out instead.

“C’mon, he’s kind of adorable,” Gackt added in his defense. Hyde rolled his eyes, obviously amused by Gackt’s inability to decide whether he wanted to make fun of the Russian or support him. Either way, it didn’t really matter to him. He needed to be back to his stage in several minutes as his band would be performing after the current band. It gave him roughly a half hour to prepare, but he didn’t want to get stuck at the wrong side of the park for too long.

“Whatever, Gakuto,” he replied and stepped away from his companion. Several security guards dressed in their normal attire, stepped forward and approached the musician, prepared to escort him back safely to his performance venue. “Enjoy you’re adorable eunuch. I have to get to Ashitaka stage before SES finishes up.”

“Yo,” Gackt answered and waved vaguely at the musician as he disappeared into the darkness, now devoting his attention to the performance before him.

As the singer’s blue-contacted eyes focused on the Russian performer and his stage presence, he couldn’t deny inwardly that his amusement at how he carried himself was only the highest layer of a deeper respect for the male’s obvious talent. He couldn’t help but admire the ability that his own range had been denied. A high D#, he thought to himself shaking his head and fidgeting with his bleached hair. The fact that any human being at all, let alone a male, could hit that as seamlessly as this Russian had was beyond comprehension. Most female sopranos had trouble floating that note as well as he had. It was almost like the male was taunting his listeners with his skill, because it seemed quite clear he was capable. Often his music would go to a higher register, and when it reached a point where it seemed impossible to go any higher, the male would slide up a half step, or modulate up to a new key. Pushing the limit, Gackt affirmed mentally, and he leaned his back against a cherry tree, lighting up once more.

What intrigued him the most, it seemed, was not so much the skill that the Russian male boasted so much as his classical training. Gackt himself had been highly trained, and though his life was dedicated to the J-Rock circuit, all the screaming guitars, roaring bass and pulsing rhythms were the icing on a background skilled as a pianist, orchestral musician, and master of almost any traditional Japanese instrument that one could fancy. To share that in common with another who had taken absolute training in the arts and turned it into a marketable form of popular music was rare indeed. Most popular and rock artists found themselves in the circle of music by happy chance, while those who received training could only be found in the opera houses of the great cities of the world. It gave him a simple respect for his fellow performer, and was the main reason why he had become interested in his performance at all.

There was silence as the number came to a close, and when the finally drum riff shattered the night air, the silence seemed to hang there, like a cloud. It only lasted a moment though before the crowd burst into raucous applause, earning a well-meant grin from the performer and his observer in the back forty. Baka, Gackt thought as the smile broke his stoic face and he folded his arms over his chest, looking bemused. When the applause continued, though, he chanced a few well-meant claps.

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“Good work,” Anya said to Vitas as the performers slipped off the stage into the darkened background that was their safe-haven. Show was readying himself and the Russian nodded in acknowledgement to his fellow performer, earning a wave of response. When he passed the point of visibility he tried to remove himself from any outside contact as his nerves were shot, and his convictions were lost.

The ending had not gone entirely according to plan, though from an audience standpoint the show had run smoothly. The male had performed his seven numbers with ease and fluidity, and when the time had come for his set to end, the applause had just kept coming. And coming. And coming. And when a full minute had chanced of expectant applause, the band had begun to play again. Unfortunately, they had to wait a full five minutes before the male was able to make his appearance on stage once more, due to some costume malfunctions in the dressing area.

“Sometimes I hate this fucking suit,” Vitas muttered as he found his way to the dressing area and glanced at himself in the mirror. The fact that anyone could get in and out of this thing in less than a half-hour was a sign of a higher power, or that was how he reasoned it.

“I think it’s sexy,” Nadia spoke with a snort, nodding her head at the male who was clearly perturbed. “Who wouldn’t want you in that suit?”

“Yeah, that would last about fifteen minutes, and then they’d realize it’s too much work trying to tear it off me,” he snapped, trying to remove the metal straps from his head without slapping someone in the face with the ones attached to his shoulders, arms, back…pretty much everything.

The suit had been designed to accompany his Philosophy of Miracle tour, a techno-inspired collection of music from his first album, and did its work at making the male look mechanical. The black leather top sported many extended metal pieces that surrounded his extremities and made for some interesting visuals when he danced. Unfortunately for him, it was also quite a chore to get into and out of without reasonably tangling something somewhere.

“I think we should go watch the other acts,” Alek pressed as he went about changing from his performance clothes into street clothes (a catastrophic difference, Vitas thought sarcastically, as the keyboardist changed a bright pair of slacks for a slightly more worn pair) and did little to aid his companion. By now the costume mistresses had come to his rescue and the singer did little more than stand by as the pieces were slowly removed.

“Well, that would require me to be out of this before its over.”

“Oh get over it,” Nadia grumbled as she tossed the male his casual suit and left the room, making her way to the sound booth in order to see Show’s performance.

Of course it was a dramatization because it was less than ten minutes before the complete group was with her, watching as their fellow performers did their best to capture the hearts of their viewers. It was more than they expected, as the Chinese, Korean, Japanese, and Romanian artists they shared the stage with were just as talented as they. But no one could have expected the show to come from the main stage.

After the performances had ended on the left and right stages, everyone returned to the center of the park to see the focus of the show – Gackt Kamui on the main. By this time, all the performers (with the exceptions of a few) had assembled in the background to watch what most of the people had come to see. Greetings were exchanged on a few fronts (where language wasn’t a barrier) and attention was brought onto the tall, red-haired Asian male.

When his voice first broke the silence of the crowded environment, he floated on a note beautifully, piercing it occasionally with vibrato, and interwove his voice with a second recording of himself. “What is he saying?” Vitas asked of one of the sound techs, but the male simply shook his head.

“I don’t know. It’s not Japanese…its Gacktese.”

To say that Vitas was impressed was an understatement. The Japanese male had a transcendent quality to his voice, and as he floated into his falsetto to harmonize himself, the Russian found himself struck. His control, his tone, were all signs of a greater talent, one that Vitas found he expected greatly. He wanted to get a chance to talk to the singer later in order to express that. He was intrigued. Perhaps more so than he wanted to admit.

AN: oh ps - so the backup singers and his bandmates i totally made up. i have no clue what any of their names are, but he needed to interact with them so i made them up. i like nadia...she's cool.

oh, and be glad that i didn't go with this set list for the concert in this story (pay close attention to who's on the list)

Kohaku Stage (left)
1. Ozone rom ** +
2. Prozzak brit ** +
3. vitas r +
4. show c +
5. rammstien g +
6. Eiffel 65 i +
7. Iio i +

Howl Stage (main)
1. Gackt j M
2. willie nelson – usa M

Ashitaka Stage (right)
1. men at work – australia ** ^
2. blue man group – usa ** ^
3. ayumi hamasaki j ^
4. ses k ^
5. kyo f ^
6. moby – usa ^
7. t.A.T.u. r ^
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