Attention Hungry

Next stop was Tokyo. All of the big names were getting the attention. At least one person wasn’t enjoying this. Shinta grit his teeth.

“Not cool! Not cool at all!” he hissed. His band looked concerned. Shinta whipped around.

“What?!” he snapped. The other two didn’t speak.

“Uh… we’re here,” Kenta said. Shinra glared at him.

“They aren’t here to see us!” he barked. “They are here for the garbage!” The vocalist threw a sweaty rag at a Charm Inu poster.

“This is a joke!” he yelled. His band mates said nothing. It’s been getting worse. He hasn’t been happy after the first day. Nothing could change his mood. Shinta stormed out of the room.

“Shinta?” Snow asked.

“I’m heading out!” Shinta yelled. “This place makes me sick!” He slammed the door behind him. Snow and Kenta looked at each other.

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Who is Salt? They aren’t even on the charts. Sure, they have some fans. But…

Shinta kicked at the ground. “Why do we always get the weirdos?” It was true. Salt fans were just weird. And that was an understatement. Otaku won’t even go near them. Shinta shook his head.

“What the hell, man?” he asked aloud. What was the point?

Click.                                                                                                                                     

The vocalist turned his head. An iPhone popped up from the bushes. Shinta raised his eyebrow.

“Who’s there?” he asked.

Click.

“Hey!” he shouted. The man marched over to the bush. Shinta raised his eyebrow.

“Who’s there?” he asked.

Click.

“Hey!” he shouted. The man marched over to the bush. The clicking stopped. Shinta had a confused look on his face.

“What the hell?” he asked. A woman about twenty years old looked up at him. She held her up her phone over her eye. She trembled as she looked up at him.

“Uh… who are you?” he asked. The girl tried to cover her face.

“Please! Don’t hurt me!” she yelped.

“Huh?” Shinta asked. The woman looked up. She blinked at first.

“It’s you,” she said. Shinta looked really confused. She covered her mouth.

“Oh my god,” she said. “Oh my god. Oh my god!” The woman jumped to her feet. Shinta got a better look at her. She wore a brown beanie atop her long, stringy black hair. Her jeans and brown t-shirt look like they haven’t been washed in months. Shinta backed away.

“Uh… who are you?” he asked.

“Oh,” the woman said. “I’m so sorry.” She quickly bowed.

“My name is Rumi,” she said. “Huge fan! I wasn’t sure if it was you! I just had to snap a picture! I’m so sorry!” Rumi bowed again. At first, Shinta stared at her.

“So you’re a fan of Salt, huh?” he asked.

“Yes!” she yelped. Shinta smirked to himself. Hello opportunity.

“It’s fine,” he said. He held out his hand.

“Here, you busy right now?” he asked.

“No…” Rumi said.

“Perfect,” the vocalist said. “Take a walk with me?” Rumi’s eyes widened.

“Really? You mean it?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Shinta said, nodding. Stars blew up in his fan’s eyes.

“Sure! Yes!” she said. He laughed and took her by the arm.

“Great, let’s go!” he said. He pulled her along before she could say another word. Shinta smirked to himself the whole time. Yes, she saw going to he is ticket to the top. Oh yes.