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writetomyheart2013-03-23 11:47 pm
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Okay, this is weird. It's Senga's birthday in my timezone u_u and I wanted to write a Coyote Ugly AU with him as the main character since forever, so here have some.
Heisted of all of his expectations by the reality of life in the big city, Senga had seen his dream crumble in front of his eyes several times since he moved. He came face to face with the difficulties of life, with the loneliness and the longing for his hometown, with the feeling of going nowhere because the jungle of people and concrete was just too heavy and he felt like it was crushing his dream. Nonetheless he had also realized that there were little oasis of humanity among all the mess he had seen in that place. He had also realized that he needed to change, it wasn’t time to be naive anymore. His dream could have never become true only moving to the city. No one would stop him on the road and tell him the way to become a dancer, no one was even listening to him when he said he wanted an audition. He needed to work on it, he needed to to start dancing, even if that meant he had to do it on a bar counter.
The first time he entered the Coyote Ugly he was just a country bumpkin convinced that people were simple and all it took to be liked was to smile. Coming face to face with the owner unimpressed look had been a shock, but Senga had enough of that city, where it seemed like everyone was making fun of him.
“Are you really the owner? You’re not just a waiter on a power trip are you? I have no time for this, I need a job and...”
“Come Friday night, I’ll give you an audition,” the man had replied, apparently impressed by Senga’s outburst.
The club was full of people screaming and dancing, all flocked together around the bar counter, drinks in hand and looking at the three striking guys dancing on it. Was that going to be his job?
“That’s all you can do? You’ll stay behind the bar counter from now on then.” Fujigaya said after he saw Senga dancing and freezing when the audience started to cheer.
“You’re too harsh Fujigaya,” Kitayama intervened. “He moves well, he just needs to put some spice in it. And of course he needs not to stop when people wants him to continue.”
“You mean he needs to be slutty like you two? He’s fine. He can move. He just needs to style his hair better.” Tamamori said, grabbing a bottle to fill a row of shot glasses. “We need someone as soon as possible. We can’t be picky. Owner!”
The owner, Yokoo, was the less flashy of all of them, wearing only jeans and a black tank top, very simple compared to the leather, studs and leopard prints the other three were wearing. He usually stayed behind the counter taking care of drinks swiftly and efficiently. But he was also the one who just five minutes ago announced Senga as his new boy, nicknaming him Thunder and sending him up on the counter to dance.
“You’ve got a point.” Yokoo said, looking worried. “Especially on that restyling part.”
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Kitayama said, stripping Senga off his worn out leather jacket and ripping the sleeves of his T-shirt transforming it instantly into a tank top.
From that night on, Senga had been forced to show all his determination. He wanted to dance, he wanted his dream to come true. But he wasn’t in his little town anymore, no one thought he was a local idol in this big city, no one even knew his name. That’s why he needed to start from a bar, however weird that place was.
Senga started to feel elated when dancing at the bar. He stopped having fear of the unknown and gained confidence from every flirty look he received.
He didn’t feel closer to his goal, but his life had somehow stabilized. He had found friends in those unusual workmates, and thanks to this job, he could still continue living in the expensive city and try to make his dream come true.
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arashijun :3
Heisted of all of his expectations by the reality of life in the big city, Senga had seen his dream crumble in front of his eyes several times since he moved. He came face to face with the difficulties of life, with the loneliness and the longing for his hometown, with the feeling of going nowhere because the jungle of people and concrete was just too heavy and he felt like it was crushing his dream. Nonetheless he had also realized that there were little oasis of humanity among all the mess he had seen in that place. He had also realized that he needed to change, it wasn’t time to be naive anymore. His dream could have never become true only moving to the city. No one would stop him on the road and tell him the way to become a dancer, no one was even listening to him when he said he wanted an audition. He needed to work on it, he needed to to start dancing, even if that meant he had to do it on a bar counter.
The first time he entered the Coyote Ugly he was just a country bumpkin convinced that people were simple and all it took to be liked was to smile. Coming face to face with the owner unimpressed look had been a shock, but Senga had enough of that city, where it seemed like everyone was making fun of him.
“Are you really the owner? You’re not just a waiter on a power trip are you? I have no time for this, I need a job and...”
“Come Friday night, I’ll give you an audition,” the man had replied, apparently impressed by Senga’s outburst.
The club was full of people screaming and dancing, all flocked together around the bar counter, drinks in hand and looking at the three striking guys dancing on it. Was that going to be his job?
“That’s all you can do? You’ll stay behind the bar counter from now on then.” Fujigaya said after he saw Senga dancing and freezing when the audience started to cheer.
“You’re too harsh Fujigaya,” Kitayama intervened. “He moves well, he just needs to put some spice in it. And of course he needs not to stop when people wants him to continue.”
“You mean he needs to be slutty like you two? He’s fine. He can move. He just needs to style his hair better.” Tamamori said, grabbing a bottle to fill a row of shot glasses. “We need someone as soon as possible. We can’t be picky. Owner!”
The owner, Yokoo, was the less flashy of all of them, wearing only jeans and a black tank top, very simple compared to the leather, studs and leopard prints the other three were wearing. He usually stayed behind the counter taking care of drinks swiftly and efficiently. But he was also the one who just five minutes ago announced Senga as his new boy, nicknaming him Thunder and sending him up on the counter to dance.
“You’ve got a point.” Yokoo said, looking worried. “Especially on that restyling part.”
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Kitayama said, stripping Senga off his worn out leather jacket and ripping the sleeves of his T-shirt transforming it instantly into a tank top.
From that night on, Senga had been forced to show all his determination. He wanted to dance, he wanted his dream to come true. But he wasn’t in his little town anymore, no one thought he was a local idol in this big city, no one even knew his name. That’s why he needed to start from a bar, however weird that place was.
Senga started to feel elated when dancing at the bar. He stopped having fear of the unknown and gained confidence from every flirty look he received.
He didn’t feel closer to his goal, but his life had somehow stabilized. He had found friends in those unusual workmates, and thanks to this job, he could still continue living in the expensive city and try to make his dream come true.
Next is
arashijun :3
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this is so cute and funny~
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This is cute. ♥!
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Thank you!♥
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