Jake Alderman was his name but everyone knew him as a man named Yuko alderman. His novelist name, ever since he became famous he decided to discard his real name nearly, or almost completely so that no one could trace back his real name. It made things just a tad bit easier with the press to him. The fact that he could hide his true self from the world and create an alter ego based on who he wished he was. Yet, he knew could never be.<br/><br/>He found himself standing on a railing that was part of the balcony which was connected to his hotel room. With what some might call writers block. A story without an ending was no good for his career. The fact that he was so frozen on how to continue the story really pisses him off. While the mourning sun glared down onto his face he heaved a sigh. He hadnâ€™t even been checked in for two days, and he was already feeling lazy. In fact, his engaged fiancee had ended up staying behind for whatever reason. He hardly cared. She was supposed to meet up with him at some point but when even he didnâ€™t know. Being here made him realize how truly alone he was even though he was engaged. It was only to make the girl happy. He heaved a sigh. Everything he does is to keep a image, and keep everyone happy. No one knew who he wasâ€¦who he really was behind the glass.<br/><br/>His eyes glanced back down at his paper. It was helpless how could he keep writing on such things that he didnâ€™t believe in? So far his fans have been the reason why he could keep writing even though he had no inspiration to write. The paper was blank, and had not a scratch written on it. This paper was part of his rough draft but there wasnâ€™t much he could think of to continue the story. The actual story was saved in a document on his computer.<br/><br/>In technical terms he should call himself Bi but if he did that then his fans would never buy his books or so that was his fear. Both his arms were crossed on the railing and he was sorta leaning on it , as he brought one hand that was bandaged with a white cloth to brush a strand of black hair out of his face. He was about 5â€™9 in height. Not over tall, but not short with a black t-shirt that hung loosely on his body hiding his six pac- the shirt was decorated with graphics, and dark green cargo pants with a brown belt just showcase his wonderful build. Of course girls checked him out, but rarely did he ever glance there way. He wanted the world to think that he was truly into his engagement. Though the reality of the matter was he liked guys far more than girls.<br/><br/>At last he turned from the railing and made his way into his hotel room, then towards the main entrance of the hotel room, and at last into the hallway. Where he bumped into someone.<span style="font-style: italic">"Iâ€™m sorry."</span>He muttered an apology then glanced to see that it was a man. His eyes looked this man from head to toe appreciating what he saw. He had a meeting to go with the owner of the hotel since well he was planning on renting out that hotel room for the rest of the winter. He was hoping it would help with his writerâ€™s block.<br/><br/>Immediately, he stepped to the side to let the man continue on as he walked down the hall and then entered another room which was the hotelâ€™s meeting room. " Yasuhiko-sama." He bowed as the door shut behind him. "It is a pleasure to meet such a businessman." His eyes scanned the room as he walked a little ways to a comfy couch stretching out his legs in a manor that any girl would swoon at. "I heard you wanted a meeting with me?" His eyes then glanced at the man taking a serious tone to them. He waited for the man to speak.