Rags to Riches

I want my Own thing

"I can barely move in this outfit." Yugi grouched out as he tried to pick up a water bottle, Ryou picked it up for him, opening it before handing her it carefully, "You look amazing though." He said, Yugi smiled," Thanks, man." He said taking a sip. "It's the latest design by The Maximillion Pegasus." He said. Ryou raised an eyebrow, "What about  Maximillion Pegasus is normal?" He chuckled out, "isn't he the guy that is obsessed with cartoons? He's making Clothing Wearable by Humans?" Yugi snorted, "Can't we put any outfits on from anyone normal?" 
    A tall man next to a shorter older gentleman walked in as the elder one called out, "There's my boy!" Yugi smiled, "Gramps! I didn't think you'd make it." He said hoping up from his chair to go hug his grandfather, as Isis walked up behind him, "No hugging, it'll wrinkle!" She snapped lightly, Yugi's grandpa chuckled, Solomon Muoto was a short man of 5'2, his grandson reaching about 5'6, gray hair and the same purple eyes, "I think she'd survive a wrinkle or two. Here I am with plenty! Come here." Yugi looked over at Isis who stuttered, "That's what i'm going to say. Go for it. You only live once." A faint blush appeared on Isis's cheeks as she looked at the taller man who was on the phone before he snapped it close, patting Yugi's shoulder, "The biggest star of Millennium Records, and I remember when he was singing in operas!" Yugi blushed as he grabbed his gramps hand before they walked away from the other man and Isis's. "How's the shoot? You killing it?" The elder asked as they walked towards a sofa, sitting down gently, "The only thing getting killed are my feet." Geamps gave a snort, "It's going fine." Yugi sighed, "Gramps, can I talk to you, please?" He asked. Gramps nodded, "Yeah. Hey guys, why don't you get a shot of that set, that I'm paying so much money for?" He said to everyone as the taller man who was next to Isis rose and eyebrow and walked off to speak calmly towards the Soundboard head, the pale punk woman was frantically shouting orders at the others.
    "What's up?" Solomon said, Yugi cleared his throat before speaking, "Don't you think this all is a little...Much? Like maybe i should be singing my own stuff." Yugi said as he put his head down, Solomon was quiet for a moment, "I don't know if that's the best idea..My boy...I just want you to be protected. That's why I get you the best songwriter money can buy." He ruffled his grandsons hair, "Don't worry. Your new single is gonna be a hit." He said getting up and walking over to Isis, Yugi took a breath, letting it out, he wanted to do his own music. Gramps looked back at him, "Trust me. I got to go, okay? We're announcing the talent search today." Yugi stood up, as the director yelled out, "Yugi, your dog is chewing on the microphone!" Yugi gasped, "Osiris, that microphone is not a dog bone!" 

Atem scribbled a couple of sentences down in a old worn leather journal, 
"You're gone, gone, gone away,
I watched you disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
there's nothing we can do,
Just let me go, we'll meet again soon"
Sang softly as he flipped over some nice chair from their spots on the dusty tables. 

Isis handed Yugi some folders with outfit designs on them, "These are different from the ones I like." Yugi poured as Isis scrambled to pick up the folders as a TV crew walked in, " "Look, it's MTV." She hissed walking away from the star, the reporter spoke into her microphone, "Yugi, after 6 number 1s...Yugi?" She shouted after the young man who started walking away, "Hate these clothes so much...Why can't they all see? The more I go through, I don't want to...Just want to be me." She whispered. 

Atem danced on the stage. As Frank growled walking up to him, "Who do you think you are? I don't pay you to waste your time." He snarled out. Atem began to sweat a little, "Actually, you don't pay me at all." He said meekly, Frank glared at him, "Are you sassing me, brat?" Atem quickly shook his head, "No sir." He quickly said. Frank nodded, "Good." He turned to head down the stairs, Atem hesitated, "My mom used to let me sing whatever I…" Frank snapped in the middle of his sentence, "-Your mom...Not only left me in charge of you, but…Also of this dump which I also have to run. It's time to open. Let's go." Frank hissed as a young woman entered the building, she looked like a mom almost from the clothes she wore, "Are you guys open yet?" She asked, Frank smiled tightly at her, stopping beside her, "Not quite, but...We have a special treat for you, ATEM! Why don't you introduce the opening act?" The man said, as Atem grumbled, "Ladies and gentlemen...Please give it up for Bakura and Marik!" Bakura was a Platinum blond with dark root beer colored eyes, extremely pale skinned as for his twin brother, Marik was blond with lilac purple eyes and semi tan skin, they were both taller than Atem as they were also older, both at the age of 20 where Atem was 18.
    Bakura popped his head out, "That's Kills!" Mariks head appeared next to his brothers, "When you put us together, we're like Killers!" He said. Bakura rolled his eyes, "I hate you so much, Marik."Ouch, harsh much?", "Yeah!"
     Bakura and Marik danced around the stage as the started tripping over one another, Frank looked like a proud dad, "My boys! We're submitting a CD for the Millennium Records' talent search...The search is over, am I right or am I right?" 

"I'm hit!" Marik shouted, "Marik!" Bakura snarled as he dragged his brother off stage, the woman looked please, "Do you take requests?!" She shouted after them.