Second Life

Chapter 1: Secrets

A/N: what? I'm writing a new book while still unfinished with others?! How dare I! Oh well, I've had this idea for a while so I figured why not. I don't know if I'll make this one long or short yet. But we'll find out together. So on with the story! ~

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Music could barely be heard from the nearly soundproof studio. A teen, roughly 19 years old stood in the recording booth, headphones on and ready. He listened to the instrumentals he'd gotten so accustomed to, waiting for the next verse to play. And just a moment later he took a breath and sang. His voice flowing out of him with such passion and emotion that his recording director was in awe as he'd been so many times before.

The teen's eyes were closed, his tanned arms raised as he poured pure emotions into the mic before him. As the song came to a close, he opened his eyes, dragging out the last note before cutting it off and waiting for the signal that recording had stopped.

"I swear it's like you're always getting better, good job." the director spoke through a speaker in the booth as the room was completely sound proof. "You can go for today."

"Alright," The teen exited the room with a light smile. "I'll see you next week then."

"Good job, Night-kun!" A female with long caramel hair cheered. "That was beautiful as always."

"Thank you Karin." Night replied softly. He accepted the drink she'd brought him with a smile before she started talking about his schedule for the next week.

"So, next Thursday there's plans with the Fiore radio station and Saturday another recording session." Karin listed, "Wow, Night-kun's free for a whole week! Lucky."

Night chuckled. It was a rarity nowadays but things have been calm enough lately that he could focus on his career without worry. "Yay." He cheered to himself. "Maybe I'll go on a vacation then."

"Be careful whatever Night-kun does." Karin warned, "I don't want to find out he injured himself. Okay?"

"Yeah, I know." He chuckled. "I won't."

She narrowed her eyes skeptically but let the passive reply slide. "Oh, that's right."

"What?" The teen said, draining the last of his drink. "Did you forget something?"

"Yeah, Sorcerer's Weekly called again." Karin sighed, "They want to meet Night-kun for a modeling shoot and interview."

"Please remind them that I don't want pictures taken. I don't mind the interview though." Night sighed. That magazine was persistent and he didn't really care for the photographers that much. "You know how to take care of them, I'm counting on you."

"Leave it to me Night-kun." Karin said with a playful salute.

"Alright." Night smiled in return then waved to his director and manager a good bye and left the room. "See you next week!"

As he passed a mirror in the hall, he stopped for a moment. Night walked up to his reflection with a small smile. He would hide his career as a singer for as long as he could from those around him. After all, he was betraying them with a false front. If they found out what he was really like...he didn't even want to think about it.

Night raised a hand to the mirror, touching it lightly. If he was ever found out, he might have to say goodbye to one of his lives. But he wouldn't be able to bear it. Not at this point.

He lingered for but a moment longer before pushing his fingers through his spiky pink hair and walking on.

_-The Next Morning-_