Lost || jjk

8 - (dying pt.2)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　♬　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧　

It takes a while to follow her up the long staircase. In that span of five to ten minutes you've come to know the white haired woman, with a strong jawline and bright blue eyes with long eyelashes, almost feline-like, as Akio. She didn't tell you where she's from, but you know the name is Japanese meaning bright. Makes sense, to be honest.

After all, you soon realize her to be way more laid back than you'd thought.

However, a question still lingers after she tells you her name with a smile. Does this mean that this world is parallel to the one on earth? Is Japan on this planet? A Japan part two?

But, anyway, you can't focus on the thought because she's talking a lot, despite the fact that she's barely audible from over the loud music. You smile and nod your head every time she turns around to check up on you, but you can't really pay attention with so many thoughts going through your head.

Is the drummer my neighbor?

Why do I have a gun?

Why did some of my memories return to me only now?

How do I...get home?

There's a lot of things you still don't fully grasp.

"So, as I was saying, the musicians here are incredibly talented. Though, this troupe often only performs like once every six months. Lucky for you? I mean, it's crazy how this seems to be your first time coming here, and on the night when our most talented come in as well! The coincidences are just magnificent," she chirps, looking back at you with a bright grin, her hands outstretched beside her to emphasize the glory of the club.

And now that you can truly see everything from this staircase, you'd have to agree. The dancefloor has smooth dark floors and the walls are decorated in murals. One of the murals displays a woman with tan skin and rainbow hair, smoking a joint, her hips swaying side to side like a hula dancer. There's another on the wall closest to the front that is decorated in holographic designs that make it look 3D, and to be honest, everything looks like its coming alive when the light machine closest to the disco ball shoots lines of multicolored light rays down across the crowd, along the walls in a carefully orchestrated pattern. Blues...Purples...Silvers and reds....

"It's really beautiful!" you shout over the music, this time a different band playing smooth RnB. It's weird because you think you recognize the singers voice, though, its only half a memory of the YouTube videos you used to play on Earth. You look over the railing and admire how laidback he seems, singing a tune that seems to carry itself like wave over the crowd.

You say you're seeing someone else

I'll leave you two alone

It's crazy the contrast between this singer and the band from earlier. The singer is smooth and languid, the band is intrusive and obstructive. He flows in his movements, the drummer is laid back and poised, but still so collected. Tension. But there's a commonality between the music, and that's that it will never compare to that of earth's.

"I know right! Because of this being on royalty-owned land, contributions were made to assume it's highest level of perfection. I'm just lucky I lived to see it."

You smile, overlooking the color and the music. But, her words still ring loud and clear. Royalty.

"How long did it take to build?" you question, picking up your pace on the black stairs to stand beside her. She looks over at you.