If she had been asked to go over what had happened she wouldnt be able to. It was all a fog, all she could remember was her eyes rounding in shock and her mouth slightly open as she was dragged through rabid fan girls. Was this the life she wanted? To always be surrounded by them? And him? She sighed and dragged her hands through her hair, pulling at it.

"This is so fucked up," she finally said before grinning crookedly and walking by him. "I'll go, but I dont need to take your hand to." She looked over her shoulder at him, smiling slightly. "This is going to be the death of me, isnt it?" She laughed and continued on, the body guards helping her through the window.

Riker nearly laughed. Nearly. He let his hand fall to his side, having it be the first time a girl had denied wanting to hold it. He looked at her confused, and smiled devilishly when she asked if the choice would be the death of her. "If you want it to be, I could arrange something..." Then he let the bodyguards help him out of the window, and before he knew it, he was in his limo.

He looked back at her, eyebrows pulled together slightly and a small smirk on his face. "I still don't know your name." He said.

This made the agent look up at her as well. "Yes, what is your name?" He asked.

She snorted at his comment as she watched him get help out the window. "No thanks," she said as she entered the limo gracefully. "I hope you contact the school and let them know why I am missing class," she told the manager. "If you are going to be managing me you might as well start now." She raised an eyebrow when they mentioned that they didnt know her name.

"Oh, Its Adaa. Hayashi Adaa." She smiled crookedly, her trademark, and turned to look out the window.

Riker leaned back, murmuring a quiet, "That's too bad" On her earlier comment.

The other was too busy nodding at Adaa and calling the school on his cell phone that was always on him. He was in the middle of a conversation with the school's desk lady, while Riker was still looking at Adaa.

"Your a weird one... Adaa..." He said truthfully. "But your bold. I like it." He sighed. "Reminds me a bit of myself when I was your age." He mirrored her smile, right back at her. With his teeth, he opened a bag of potato chips and started munching. "Want some?" He offered with his stage smile on.

She glanced over at him. "Who said you could call me by my first name?" She rolled her eyes, not going to bother insisting that he show her respect. "You make it sound like your decades older then me, then just one year." She grabbed a potato chip and munched on it. "And whats with the stage presence? No use acting like that in front of me since I already know what a horrid person you are in real life." She took another chip, having not really ate anything for breakfast, she was rather hungry.

"Im not showing you respect, space hag." He sneered, sticking out his tongue. Space hag... Oooh, I like it., he thought to himself, as she took another chip. "My stage presence is the life of me. You might want to come up with one, too. People may not like your attitude." He shrugged, taking whatever was left in the bag and nearly swallowing it whole. "And I am decades older than you in hypothetical years. I have ten more than you if you count up everything comparing us." He ignored her last comment about him being a horrid person. He didn't exactly want to shoot her just yet.

She rolled her eyes and basically ignored everything he said. She had always been a popular person and she liked who she was. So there was no point in her creating someone she wasnt. "Like I said before, you act the way you do because you are scared of being hurt. Im not, because I dont give others control over my feelings. I dont need people, I want them. You need people, you need their affection, but you dont want them too close so you also in turn receive their fear." She shrugged and looked back out the window.

Not a word of her's was making sense to him. But he did get the jest of what she was trying to get across. "You really don't know me that well." He shrugged. "Your just the way you are because you chose to be that way. Nothing more, nothing less." He said, as if it were a fact of life itself.

"We're here!" He heard the limo driver call.

In a flash, Riker was out of the limo, dragging Adaa with him. He let her go and began walking after his manager, as he always did. This time he trusted that Adaa would follow with free will.

The building was a good forty or fifty levels high, and Riker liked a view, so they had to take an elevator all he way up to level thirty-seven, which was the highest he could get, even with bribes. He held the elevator for her, and led the way to his room, followed by his three body guards and his manager.

"Sir, the boss is on his way now, so you should probably get her ready." His manager suggested, knowing that Riker always liked girls o look perfect in front of the boss.

"Naaah, she'll be fine." He grinned maliciously at her, crossing his arms.

'What the fuck is going on,' she thought as she was dragged inside and she heard words about boss and such. She narrowed her eyes at Riker as he grinned at her. She ran a hand through her hair and glanced around with her charcoal colored eyes. "Is this your place," she asked as she turned a slow circle.

Riker shrugged. "Yepp. Its mine." Just then a knock at the door, and Riker's stage face came on. A very tall woman in a sleek red dress sauntered in. Her face was light, her eyes were almond colored, and her hair was long and brown.

"Boss, this is the one I was telling you about." The manager said, pointing to Adaa.

The woman, who was apparently the boss, looked over the manager, then Riker, then Adaa. She walked over to Adaa and smiled, looking her over like a science experiment. Her ruby red lips smiled wider, showing an interest. "She's pretty. I like her." She straightened up and snapped. "Someone get her a guitar, asap." She said, not looking away from her. "Yes. You are a keeper if you can play." She said, tilting her head and letting her sleek hair fall to one side of her body.

When a bodyguard came in, carrying a red and white guitar, he plugged it into an amp his fellow employee had helped carry, and offered it to Adaa.

The woman stepped back to give her room, and waited for her to play.

Adaa watched 'boss' wearily. She felt like a piece of meat being expected for freshness and quality. When she heard the boss's comments she suppressed the need to flash Riker a told you so look.

She took the guitar slowly, holding it in her hands. 'Do I want to do this? There is no going back after this...' She breathed in deeply and put the strap around her neck, adjusting it so it fit better on her short frame. She strummed the chords lightly, they were a little out of tune. She proficiently tuned them and then started off on a slow melody with plenty of chord changes that most expert guitarists would have trouble with. The melody grew faster and her fingers flew over the chords. She stopped suddenly, figuring that sample was enough. It had been her own piece. She took the strap off and handed the guitar over to the body guard.

"Nice piece of equipment."

Riker was still surprised by how well she could play. He was glad, nevertheless the fact he practically hated her, but he was still glad to have her as a guitarist.

The boss, meanwhile had began clapping. "Lovely, just lovely." She smiled. "Your in with flying colors. Practice begins tomorrow. We'll pick you up at your house at around the time you would leave for school." She smiled, patting Adaa's back. "It'll be a pleasure working with you, miss Adaa." She nodded her goodbye to her and began to walk out of the room, but she turned as if forgetting something. "And Riker, don't be late for dinner. 10 o'clock sharp." She said, than walked out.

Riker managed in a measly "Fine, mother." Before hearing the door slam after her. He then went on to shrug and looked at Adaa. "Well, space hag. Seems your in. Welcome to the biz." He smirked.

"Mother...Well, that makes sense. No wonder you do so well in the business. Its in your blood. Though I have to say I like your mother." She grinned at him, but then thought back over what his mother had said. "Ah, do you think you could pick me up somewhere other then my house?" She bit her bottom lip nervously. She thought to her dump of a home where her drunk father lounged most of the day in his own filth. Her mother had long been out of the picture.

Riker shrugged. "She's weird, too..." He said, raising his eyebrows when she asked to be picked up somewhere other than her house. "Oh, your lower-class dump of a house is no more important to me than the gum on the bottom of my shoe." Then he thought. "Well, gum on the bottom of my shoe is pretty important cuz' my shoes are, like, hundreds of dollars, but you get the point." He shooed off the subject, as if it could be shooed off, and then sighed. "But if you wish to retain some amount of worth in my eyes, I suppose we can pick you up at the corner of your street. So at least you won't have to walk far, and we won't be able to tell which piece of crap house is yours." He chuckled, moving to his couch and turning on the TV. "Chanel preference?" He asked her, turning it to Japan's version of MTV.

She rolled her eyes at him, something figured she would be doing a lot when he was around. "The corner is fine. No, no channel preference. I should head on home now." She bowed to everyone in the room. "Bye bye." She needed to get home, if she was late her father would throw a fit. And she didnt think bruises on her face would go well with her new occupation. Her father was always ragging on her to get a job, so thats how she would explain her being out all the time. She smiled once more and then left, able to find her way out easily through the building.

Riker turned, watching her leave. He lazily waved 'bye' to her, and shrugged, turning back around to watch TV again. His agent had already asked her school, and got the name of her street so they could pick her up in the morning.
~~~
When Riker woke up to the sound of his newest alarm clock, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and threw the clock at the wall, hitting the red bulls-eye he had painted on there for mornings such as these. He tousled his hair, his signature look, and dressed into his black tripp pants with the many chains and zippers on them, and a plain white button down dress shirt that he left un-tucked. When he slipped on his shoes, he called his manager who was at his door in a matter of seconds. In a flash, they were in the car, and driving to Adaa's street. When they stopped on the corner, Riker looked out the window, lazily searching for her among the 'plain' people who were passing.

Adaa hurriedly made her way down the sidewalk, her long hair flying around her. Today, since she was not going to school, she had put on dark blue skinny jeans and a white tank top. She had slip on checkered vans adorning her feet and a guitar bag slung over her shoulder. She had rimmed her eyes with black eyeliner and mascara, not too over done, but able to make her eyes look even bigger and deeper. She scanned the cars parked at the corner and waved slightly as she made her way over to the car. She peered in the window and made a face at Riker before opened the door.


"Good morning everyone," she said a little breathlessly. "Where to today,hm?"

When Riker saw the face given to him, he rolled his eyes and watched her slide into the car. As much as he hated admitting it, she cleaned up pretty good.
"Good morning, demon." He murmured, watching his agent look down at his pocket sized digital planner thingy that Riker despised.
"Today we have band practice, a dinner rehearsal, and an birthday party booked." He said in a slightly monotoned voice.
Riker raised his eye brows."Just that?" He asked. "Wow, slow day." He shrugged, looking back out the window. "To practice than." He smirked, looking at Adaa, and wondering how long she could last the day.

"Good morning, handsome," she said with a grin, obviously calling him handsome in a sarcastic way. She glanced over at the manager and listened as he went over the schedule.
"Wow, its not as busy as I thought it would be. I'm going to admit that I'm excited for practice. I haven't practiced in a while. Playing for you guys was the first time in a year. Its good that my fingers still remember what to do," she said as she looked out the window. "So do I need to go to the birthday party? I will obviously not know them..."

The manager smiled at Adaa. "Its okay. Whatever skill you had on stage was more than enough to surprise us all. If anything, it means you can get even better. Which is very very good..." He went on. "And I'm sure you know the birthday girl, but just not personally. Its Misa Amane's 18th birthday party. She's a fan of Riker, so she booked him, but since you now work with us, its your plan too." He smiled.
Riker groaned. "Not Misa again..." He groaned again, louder, rubbing his temples and shutting his eyes. "She's so... annoying." He sighed after awhile, opening his eyes and messing with his hair.
His manager sighed with him. "Yes, but she's famous, and pays well." He shrugged, not denying that she was indeed 'annoying'.

(( Sorry, I've been watching a lot of Death Note and needed a name. XD I LOVE YOU MISA-CHAAAN!~ ))

((haha, ok. No biggie xD))

Adaa nodded her head, agreeing with the manager. She wasnt going to be coy about it, she was a good guitar player and could, is better then she was now.
"Hmm...Misa Amane, the name rings a bell, though I cant picture a face. What does she do?" She looked over at Riker after his comment and grinned. "As annoying as me,eh?" Her grin grew wider as she poked him in the side playfully.

Riker laughed at Adaa. "No, your by far more annoying." He grinned, rubbing his side and looking back at his manager.
"Misa Amane is the most famous model in all of Japan." He said. "She's guest starred on about ten different television series, and is debuting in April with her vocal group. Shes a nice all-around type of famous person. Kind of a follower or Riker since he sings, acts, and has had a few photo shoots himself." The manager said, not looking up from his digital planner.
Riker smiled wide. "No modesty here. I'm fuckin' awesome, man." He laughed uncontrollably, but stopped when the car halted."Woops, looks like we're at the studio." He snickered, turning to Adaa. "Bring it, girl." He chuckled, stepping out of the car after his manager.

((Hmmn... This manager/agent guy needs a name with how often he's in the RP.... ))

She made a hm noise to the descriptions and rolled her eyes at Riker. "Someday that ego of yours is going to pop, and I'm not going to pick up the mess. Just saying.." She climbed out of the car, lugging her guitar behind her. Though it was all knew to her, she had an easy, laid back expression on her face, her eyes half lidded as she debated about whether she could get a nap in or not. Running a hand through her hair she followed them to the studio.

Riker walked into the studio, hands in his pockets and a stoney expression on his face. He passed the many guards and security men, and walked into his practice room. He left the door open for the others and went straight to the mic, testing its sound quality. He pointed to Adaa, and began speaking into the mic.
"You, get up here on this stage. Let's see what cha' got." He smiled.
The manager handed Adaa a piece of sheet music. "Here, you can work from this." He said, and then motioned for her to get up onto the stage with Riker.

She took the music sheet and stared at it before handing it back to the manager. "I dont know how to read music," she said not embarrassed at all. "I have never had formal training." She moved in to the practice room and looked around before going over to start setting up her guitar, her movements easy. "If you just play the song I can memorize it from one play."