Snippet #1917159

'The angel of three lights'.

What a joke. He'd always hated that nickname and was glad when he and his friends had graduated high school and decided that it was time for the band to split. Not wanting to be remembered solely for his role as the bass player for the youngest rock-band in history to make it to the top of the J-rock charts and for being known world-wide, Yaten had chosen to go into modelling in the hopes that he could make a name for himself on his own and do something that wouldn't associate with his former career. Of course, his love of music hadn't left him at all. He'd simply been taking a hiatus for the passed ten years while he sought out new challenges centered around other things, now he was working on his first debut album as a solo artist and would be preparing to go on tour around Japan at the end of the year.

Unfortunately, those plans had been put on hold for the time being because much to his disapproval, his agent had gone and scheduled an audition for a new modelling contract with a fashion magazine without his knowledge. The real kicker about it though was that the magazine in question wasn't located anywhere in or near Japan, it was in America. The former rock-star turned model would be flying over there this coming Friday and would arrive at the airport sometime on the Saturday, then would have to head straight over to the venue where the audition was being held without any time to relax or freshen up.

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For one of the most sought after male models in the world, he almost never had trouble keeping his private life to himself. The paparazzi and the media left him alone for the majority of the time because they were afraid he'd blow up at them or something. Yaten was known for being a calm and collected person, however he also had a knack for telling the truth about virtually everything in the way that he saw it, and could often come across a lot more harsher than he intended. He was also stubborn, selfish and incredibly hard to approach if you were someone who wasn't used to being around him.

It made getting contracts like the one he would be flying to America for quite hard to obtain, because most were uncertain about hiring a model who wasn't the easiest person in the world to please.

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Friday morning came much quicker than he would have liked. Yaten was already up, showered, dressed, packed and ready to go by the time his agent called him on his cell-phone to remind him that he had to make sure he was ready by noon.

"I know, I know." The blonde groused down the phone's receiver, performing one final check on the contents of his suitcase and making sure he wasn't going to forget anything. "The plane leaves at 2pm, so make sure I have my ticket on me and that I call the cab as soon as I get off the phone to you so that I can get there on time. Is there anything else, 'Mum'?

His agent snickered down the phone from the other end of the line and then hung up on him without another word. He was used to him being an ass and knew better than to grace him with an answer when he used sarcastic remarks like that. Grumbling to himself about having someone he didn't need keeping tabs on him all the time, Yaten rang for the cab and locked up the front door to his apartment before heading outside to wait.

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He spent the majority of his time on the plane asleep. Since he knew he would need it if he was going to look his best for the audition and hopefully avoid showing any jet-lag he may or may not have when he got off the plane otherwise. Tomorrow would be a huge day, but at least it would be interesting.

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The plane arrived at the airport in America sometime the next day, though he was too tired to really bother checking the time and instead went straight down to the area where the flight attendant had informed him to collect his luggage from. Lucky he'd learned to speak fluent English during his final two years at college, otherwise this trip would prove to be more of a nightmare than it already had been.

After he collected his luggage, Yaten returned to the main section of the airport and scanned the crowd with his eyes in search of the person he'd been told would be holding up a large sign with his name painted on it that had been sent from the magazine company to escort him to his rehearsal.

Twenty minutes passed before he finally caught sight of a blonde woman holding up the sign in question and knowing that she was most likely the person sent for him, he headed in her direction.

"Why in the world did they give me a 'woman' driver?" He muttered in slightly accented English, the evidence of his Japanese origin clearly reflected in his voice as he spoke loud enough for her to hear. With a shrug of his shoulders, he moved passed her in the direction of where he thought the car park was and automatically seemed to expect her to follow. "Whatever, come on. Let's go, I refuse to be late."