Keigo Takami is a singer-songwriter.
His stage name is Hawks.
He's humble at the beginning of his fame but it soon goes to his head.
He's now a arrogant Jackass.
So what happens when another singer-songwriter steps into the spotlight?
Will the two...
I rolled over in my bed my alarm of my EP single release "Born Without a Heart" blared off my phone.
(Btw all the songs in here are not written by me or original in anyway, I may put one in there at some point, so all these song names are by other Artists. So just pretend they are by our two Mains in the story. KK?)
I slammed it off. And sat up rubbing my eyes. I got up and walked to my bathroom. It's really funny how in just two weeks I went from a simple girl who likes to sing, dance, and write music to a overnight singing sensation. My stage name?
Candy Cotton.
Stupid right? I mean I was 19. But the name was last minute. The reason we all agreed on that name was because it matched my hair color. Cotton Candy colors. I sighed looking at my reflection in my mirror. My cotton candy locks draped over my shoulder. I finished getting ready and walked out of the mansion I now lived in and into a car.
"Where to miss Candy?"
"The studio."
I replied blandly. I may have dressed nicely. I may look like a sweet pea. But I'm anything but. Those who don't know me will learn that soon. This is what I wore:
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Anyway my car pulled up to the studio and I walked in a scowl on my cute adorable face as my manager had called it before I had kicked him in the crotch for that one. Everyone quickly was learning that my outside image persona was to be cute and adorable. My songs would be anything but.
I threw the door open to the recording booth.
"Finally! Candy your here!" I squinted at my manager.
"Something's fishy." I said crossing my hands over my chest.
"Are newbiesalways this late in your management?" Came a very familiar voice. One I had heard on the news many times. One who's voice sang to the hearts of many women.
"Move." I spat at my manager. He nodded and moved. Sure enough there he stood tall and dressed his part.
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