Name: Riker Ackerman
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Profession: Singer/Actor
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Name: Adaa Hayashi
Age: 17
Profession: Student
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Riker groaned. "But I have no interest playing at a stupid school!" He complained.
"Sir, its for a fundraiser. And you accepted the performance over national television!" His scatter-brained agent argued. "Its one little song, and its for a good cause, please Mr. Ackerman, just go through with this!?" He begged.
Riker rolled his almond eyes. "Fine." He shrugged, making his agent jump for joy.
"Oh, thank you sir, you won't regret it." He stammered, then scurried out of the office. On his way out, he stopped at the door. "Oh, and... uhm... We leave in an hour, so the hair and make up is on its way."
Riker's eyes went wide, and he picked up the nearest thing to him, which happened to be a pencil sharpener, and thrusted it at the door, as it slammed behind his agent. Riker cursed loudly and moved to the window. He in no way at all, looked forward to his "complimentary" concert at the nearby high school.
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When Riker had been all dressed up and had been properly taken care of, he was escorted by three heavily guarded body-guards to his long black limo. In he went, and off they drove.

Adaa rushed down the people crowded sidewalk, busily straitening her uniform. She had slept in...again. A piece of toast hung from a corner from her mouth, swaying back and forth precariously as she cut through the crowd. As she got closer to the school, the excitement rose in the air.
"Whats going on today," she asked no one in particular after gulping down the piece of bread. Her long dark hair that fell down past her waist was entangled on the buttons of her jacket. Frustrated, she pulled at her hair as she entered the gate to the school building, not paying attention to where she was going.

Riker had been escorted into the building and was sitting in a "teacher's lounge" waiting to be called upon stage. He was informed that the school's stage had been prepared for him specifically. He drank from his natural spring water, water bottle and stood up, looking out the window.

Several girls were in view, and he opened the window, waving eagerly at them all. "How's it going, beautiful ladies!?" He called out, grinning like a maniac and waiting for what he knew would soon come. He was pulled back from the window, and it was shut in almost a millisecond after his call. Still, though, he could hear the screams of excitement from just about every high school girl on the sidewalk. He laughed mechanically.

"Sir, you have to be more careful, anything can happen when your out in public!" His agent warned.

Riker growled at him, making him start to shiver in place and apologize. Just then, a woman with a set of headphones stepped into the room and said one word that he knew all too well. "Showtime."

Adaa was pushed about as girls began to scream and swoon. They massed in to a giant crowd under a window and called out a name. She couldn't decipher what name was under all the cacophony and so she pushed a way in to the school building. It was just as crazy inside where she changed her shoes as everyone rushed to the school auditorium. 'What is going on?' She blinked widely as she was forced to go where the crowd went. She was able to break off at one point and arrived in a room off the side of the stage in the auditorium. She peered around in the slight gloom where official people rushed about, calling out orders and such. She pressed herself against the wall, trying to stay out of the way and not be noticed. This was obviously backstage, and she was more then likely not supposed to be there. She figured someone important was going to be speaking today. Her eyes roamed about till they landed on a figure heading towards the stage, they widened when she figured out who it was.
"Holy shit!"

Riker frowned the entire way he was escorted to the stage. It was so... "Small!" He groaned. "Such a small school is worthy of my performance?" He snobbishly asked. His agent smacked his shoulder. "Sir! You sound so stuck-up!" This made Riker laugh. He watched as another of his workers leaned over and patted the man's balding head. "Honey, get used to it. This is one of his good days." She rolled her eyes. Riker sneered at her. "Your fired." The woman laughed and threw her head set at his feet. "No, I'm not! I quit!" Riker folded his arms and ignored her outburst.

"I said, get Riker Ackerman up here on stage NOW!" A voice snapped him out of whatever he had planned for her. He nodded and patted his face gingerly. In a few seconds, his face went from grumpy and spoiled, to super happy and seemingly modest.

He jogged onto stage, mic in hand.

"Hello everybody!" He smiled eagerly. "I'm so glad to have this opportunity to sing for you guys!" He laughed angelically and then went on. "I am so thankful that you guys are having me, and I know that this is for a good cause, so I hope you guys enjoy the show!" And like that, the stage transformed, girls screamed madly, and Riker sang.
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When he was done with his song, he gave a short thank you speak and jogged off the stage. As soon as he was out of view from the crowd, his smile vanished, and his grumpy growl returned. "Water." He demanded, holding out his hand and watching as a water bottle went immediately to it.

(( XD He's s snobby... Do somethin' bout' it!!! Hahaha!!! ))

Her mouth hung open in shock as she saw the way he treated the workers. "Hes such an ass-" She blinked as his face transformed from spoiled snob to the Idol she knew. Her own face turned in to a scowl. She felt so betrayed and annoyed. She didnt bother watching the performance, but merely stayed against the wall, her arms crossed and a pout forming on her lips. She was upset to say the least. She began to stand up from where she leaned against the wall to leave when the concert finished and he walked back to back stage.

Seeing him again caused her feelings, which had begun to simmer, back to boiling. She straitened her shoulder and strode up to him.
"I dont know who you think you are," she hissed. "But hard working people like this do not deserve to be treated like this. You are a spoiled brat and since you act like a three year old you deserve to be treated as one. You could use a good spanking and a time out." Her charcoal eyes blazed though her voice remained smooth and calm. She didn't bother raising her voice, knowing that yelling wouldn't get as much across as righteous anger would. "You are not an Idol, but a cheat. You lie to your fans and they deserve to know." She crossed her arms and hmphed at him, her eyes looking him up and down then challenging him.

Riker sighed in relief as he finished off the water. Just then, a girl with long black hair walked up to him. He was just about to call for security when she began to speak. His eyebrows raised and he folded his arms. "I am Riker Ackerman. And I can do whatever I want. I won't stand around and get verbally bitch slapped by a... a... simple school girl who will most likely never amount to anything." He sneered and didn't even bother snapping for security. He simply smirked at her, unfolded his arms, and turned to leave.

(( Oh no she di-int!!! *Snaps in a diva fashion* ))

((Hahahahaha!))

Her eyes grew more narrow as he spoke and she grinded her teeth till he finished. 'He thinks hes so superior.'

"So you think because your a decent actor and can sing a tune that you are suddenly better then everyone? Let me remind you something. You shit just like everyone else and you eat just like everyone else. You also need sleep and water and shelter. Just how you get it is different then how others do. It doesn't make you better." She sucked in air, her breathing coming faster as her anger grew. "You can dismiss me, but it doesn't make me any less of a person. I'm still better then you because I know my own worth and nothing you can say or act will take that from me. I know who I am. Its precisely because you don't know who you are that you act this way. Acting the way you do keeps people from seeing that and you from getting hurt. You are your greatest enemy, not I and certainly not them," she said pointing to the staring workers. "So dont treat us like one just because your panties are in a wad." She finished her speech and felt slightly drained. She was usually a laid back person, but when she said people acting like this she couldnt help getting riled up.

(( Ahhhhg!!!! I just recieved an awshum RP idea for these two!!!! Mind hearing it out, or do you want to continue with this? ))

((Go ahead ^^))

(( Alright, well what if Riker's agent catches this little conversation and offers her a chance at stardom. If she so choses to accept, she will be given the same life as Riker, only catch, they will have to grow as musicians/actors together no matter how much they dislike it at the moment. *I saw your girl's picture had a guitar in it~* And maybe she wants to show him that she could do it and not be stuck up while doing it. Just to tick him off or something. XD Hahaha. ))

((I was actually thinking the same thing xD Why not have her be the guitarist for him. So she is not just another singer or whatever. And then later she can start getting offers.))

(( ooooh, so great! ^_^ okay, well how in this situation can we show off that she is an awhsum-tastic guitarist worthy of his oh-so-precious time XD? ))

((he can be like, your jealous that I have talent and you dont. And then she can snatch up a guitar and show him))

(( O_O You are a wonderful person. Hahaha, I like it!!! Okay, I have to go, like, right now, but tomorrow night when I get back, I swear I'm trying that out! X3 ))

((Hahaha, thanks. CC: Kk, night.))

Her eyes grew more narrow as he spoke and she grinded her teeth till he finished. 'He thinks hes so superior.'

"So you think because your a decent actor and can sing a tune that you are suddenly better then everyone? Let me remind you something. You shit just like everyone else and you eat just like everyone else. You also need sleep and water and shelter. Just how you get it is different then how others do. It doesn't make you better." She sucked in air, her breathing coming faster as her anger grew. "You can dismiss me, but it doesn't make me any less of a person. I'm still better then you because I know my own worth and nothing you can say or act will take that from me. I know who I am. Its precisely because you don't know who you are that you act this way. Acting the way you do keeps people from seeing that and you from getting hurt. You are your greatest enemy, not I and certainly not them," she said pointing to the staring workers. "So dont treat us like one just because your panties are in a wad." She finished her speech and felt slightly drained. She was usually a laid back person, but when she said people acting like this she couldnt help getting riled up.

Riker gaped at her, his mouth wide open. "God, your so out of line!" He yelled. Just as he raised his hand to slap her, a thought crossed his mind and he put his hand back down. "Nevermind. Your not even worth it. I know its not your fault." He then smiled a little devilishly. He patted her head a few times and cooed at her. "I know its just because your jealous of my immense talent." He then smirked at her and started walking away. "Its just too bad that you have to special skill to contribute to the world." He shrugged.

She barely suppressed the growl that formed after hearing his words. She smoothed her hair and then turned, her eyes alighting on a guitar still hooked up to its amps. She snatched it up, ignoring the owners 'heys' and slung the strap around her. She did a few practice cords and then went right in to an impressive rift. It was simple, but showed immense talent. She finished and handed the guitar back to the owner, nodding her head in thanks. She ignored the stares and wide open mouths as she sauntered over to Riker.

"Whos got talent?" She smirked at him and then turned to walk away. She paused in her steps and looked back over her shoulder. "I hope I never see you again, but if I do, dont ever raise a hand towards me again. Or I will break it off." She laughed, though it wasn't out of joy as much as scorn and left back stage. She heard some clapping and cheers, but they quickly died down.

Riker growled. He even had half a mind to call someone and kick her out. of her own school, but quickly shooed that from his mind. He started walking after, wanting to really bash her pretty little face in now. He opened his mouth for an insult even Satan would be ashamed of, but was cut off by his scatter-brained agent.

"Miss! Miss, wait!" He called after her, waving his nubby arms and staring after her with eyes as wide as dinner plates. When he finally caught up to her, he sucked in a large breath, using it for his next sentence. "Miss, back there, you were amazing... I... I would be a fool of an agent to let someone with your talent just... walk away, like that..." He then breathed again, face gaining its color. "Please, come with me to my boss' studio and show him what you can do. He can make you a star." He smiled weakly, proceeding to hold his breath for her answer.

She glanced over at Riker after his agent was done speaking and rolled her eyes. "No, but thank you. I have no need to become famous, especially if it meant I had to be around him more." She curled her lip in disdain at Riker and continued to walk away. "I wouldnt want to be in the same business with the likes of him," she called over her shoulder as she flipped her hair back, the long locks waving in the wind that came from the open window.

"Adaa! Hey Adaa," a male voice called.

She stopped and smiled at the young man who came up to her, wearing her school uniform. "Hello sempai." She bowed slightly, a rosy blush coming to her cheeks.

"Adaa I heard your guitar playing. Please you have to join my band," he grabbed her hands with his as he begged, looking at her imploringly.

"Sempai..." She looked off to the side, her cheeks getting redder. "I..." She was interrupted when he dragged her closer in his excitement and impatience.

"I'm not going to take no this time. No buts! You have to join!"

Riker laughed aloud at his manager, not wanting to admit that he thought she was a great guitarist. When the boy ran up to her and asked her to be in his band, he slightly felt a tinge of jealousy. Nothing he had felt before. He growled, marching over to them and pushing them apart. "Hey dude." He said, facing the boy. "She's not playing for a lowly garage band that will probably never make it past next week. I bet your band's biggest gig was at a pizza place." He snorted, looking him up and down, and knowing he was right. Turning back to her, he crossed his arms and looked at her shoes. "Girl." He addressed her, not knowing her name. "I am giving you the opportunity of a lifetime." He told her, then frowned, thinking of how to ask this without getting her totally ticked off. "Play guitar for me when I perform, and when you become a star, I will do one favor for you. Anything you can think of." He offered, pulling his agent up to his side, who just looked at her with begging eyes. "Ma'am, please, take his offer!" He begged, pulling his hands to his chest and biting his bottom lip. Riker just stared with a stone cold face, showing no emotion.

She huffed out a breath when Riker pushed her from sempai (He doesn't even get a name, poor chap. xP). "Who do you think you..." Her voice trailed off as she heard what he said. "Are you out of your mind? Not moments before you were about to hit me, and now you want me to be your guitarist?" She folds her arms as she looks at him suspiciously. "Whats the catch? There has to be a catch." She heard the whispers and squeals around her as the hall filled up with students. She grinned, hoping that now they would see what an arrogant ass Riker was.

"Adaa! He tried to hit you," Sempai cried out after hearing what she said. He moved so he was in front of her, blocking her from Riker. "Dont even try to get closer to her."

Riker made a pfft sound when the guy came up and blocked his view of her. However, the sounds of squeling girls were starting to fill the halls and Riker swallowed hard. "Shit. We have to get out of here. They'll tear me apart." He gave one fierce look to the boy, moving forward and punching him smack in the jaw. Before he had a chance to get up, Riker grabbed the girl's hand and started practically dragging her after his agent who had already started moving.

"Yes, the fans are starting to flow into the hall... No, no, no... Send for three, not two. We have a guest." His agent had started talking into his wristwatch. "Yes... We just need a few for-" He was cut off by the first fan girl nearly jumping on top of Riker. He sighed in dismay when he moved out of the way, knocking into the girl he had been dragging. He yelled a short "Sorry, dude!" Before he broke into a run, still holding the girl's hand.

His agent had led them into a different room and locked the door after they both got inside. "Someone's coming to get us." He informed them. "You may continue with your conversation."

Riker nodded at him and looked back at her, letting go of her hand finally, noticing a bit of an annoyed squeeze from her. He shrugged it off and crossed his arms. "Yes, I was going to hit you because I was ticked off. And now that I know you have a bit of talent, I'm offering you a chance to play guitar for me. I even offered you a favor of your choosing when you became big enough to be classified a 'star'. There is no catch here. Just a simple 'yes' or 'no' question.

Just then, the window shattered and three bodyguards entered the room. "Come with us, we'll escort you to the limo." They said.

Riker looked over to the girl. "Yes or no, girl. Right now. What's it going to be?" He asked, outstretching a hand towards her, a slight draft ruffling his brown hair.