Notes of love, Chapter 1.

Tik-tak, tik-tak, tik-tak.
The sound of the clock was getting pretty annoying. That was what i though.
It was all i thought. All i was trying to think about. The room i was in was painted a cold blue and the women behind the counter didn't make me feel any better. She looked at me like she could eat me. Like she hated me. I didn't really care. It is wat comes with the job. People either hate you or love you.
In my case it was different. I have blond hair and blue eyes, i'm not japanese.
But still, here i am trying to get a contract. Far, far away from my home country.
But i didn't miss it. Singing and music are all i need. I don't need a thing called love or family or friends for that matter. Just.. me and my music.

Finally the door opened and the director came out. He nodded at me, telling me to come back in. I was nervous as hell trying to look cool. So i casually stood up, took a step and trippled and fell on my face. So far the i'm-not-nervous-but-totally-cool part.