Rimora Hakuna sat with her head slammed down on the desk in the cheap hotel that the recording company had paid for the band to stay overnight at. She was doing one hell of a job at failing at coming up with a new love song for the band. Love? What was love? Abandonment? To her love was wellâ€¦useless and painful. The band thrived off its songs about betrayal, and pain. But in order to compete with the thunderstorm of hell they had to become a versatile song lyric group. Though the group relied on her to write the lyrics for the band. She relied on the band to make the music. So of course the band was a unity in a way.<br/><br/>Her tan hand ripped the headphones out of her ears, and tears streamed down her face. It was impossible to write a song about happiness when she knew not what happiness was. The other band members must have been having a hoot in their rooms on the floor below hers. She on the other hand was stuck with work as always because if she wasnâ€™t memories would flood her brain, and she wouldnâ€™t be able to function. Thick dark brown hair cascaded in front of her light blue eyes seeming to hide her tears. If she wanted to write something happy she would of joined the pop culture as a solo singer, and not the rock business.<br/><br/>The only words on the paper were the words " Free like the wind." Really that was about the stunt of her magic and she had to have this written in two daysâ€¦and at the same time try to avoid Hibiki who was striving to be in the same hotel because her band was opening for his. Just what kind of shit was that? That was just the worst luck in the world. Her red nail polish was from the club gig the band had earlier in the day. It was about 11 at night and really she should of been sleeping. Though every instinct she had screamed to just cry away all sorrow. So far her band had five songs for their first CD. The band itself had to come up with 7 more songs within the next four months. Damn their company wasnâ€™t giving any leeway. While thunderstorm of hell as she knew had 3 CDâ€™s already out. If they wanted to even have a chance against themâ€¦they had to be better than thunderstorm of hell.<br/><br/>She sighed running a hand through her hair, and shut the Ipod off that was on the desk. There was no point in even trying to write the lyrics to the song she was in no mood for that. Then there was a slamming at the door to the room. Slamming? Lazily she stood up making sure to straighten out the short lace night dress that covered her curves and made her way to the door. "Who is it?" Her voice was only half concerned. Actually she assumed it was just a reported so opening the door would be useless. So she just leaned against the closed door. Not opening it till she got a reply.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00"> Listonakai sakurai or otherwise known as Loki because his name was too complicated to say wandered down the cheapened hotel without a care. The clerk had already asked him to sell some of the much needed cocaine that laid in his pocket. He also managed to squeeze a date with one of the cleaning ladies. Life was much smoother when one was rich â€¦at least thatâ€™s how the road goes. The princess of hell or that was what he called her -shiri- bounded down the hall. Seeming to not care about the fact that the recording studio put them in such a cheap place. He missed the luxury hotel they were last in. However this hotel seemed better for his other business. <br/><br/>His hand reached his black top hat in greeting to the strangers that passed down the hall. His turquoise eyes read the world through a different outlook. He watched their princess bundling down the hall way without a care. He glanced at Hibiki who seemed devilishly aware of his surroundings. The man was a whore in retrospect. He made love to anyone and anybody. Man or female. Though everyone knew that he was still attracted to that damn cat mistress in flowers of hate. He would never admit it but the lock around his neck said it all. Their band name after all was named because of Hibiki. Loki may love to be center of attention but hell that man had a hand with strings unlike anything they have ever seen. Their career was highflying and from the three years of hard-work they put into it. It was worth every penny. <br/><br/>The band was coordinated as usual. Dani and Shiri in the same room. With Hibiki and him in the room next to theirs. Just because as a group it was easier to celebrate and talk to each other if they were right next to each other. However half of them ever stayed in the second room. He would usually escape and spend the night in an empty room with some petty girl to keep him company. His eyes wandered over Dani. It wasnâ€™t as if the women in the band werenâ€™t absolutely delicious. Just that they were wellâ€¦.too committed, and anyways once he got with one there would be no turning back. That was something he was hoping to avoid. Once they reached their designated two rooms he opened the first door, and ran to the bathroom. Slamming the door shut as he dosed himself up. His body shivering just a little. Then he opened the door to see that everyone had settled into the room. "So poker anyone?" His devious smile was now to hide the high that was stuck inside his heart. The evening was now in full swing. <br/></span>