A New Beginning [ Dei-Kun ]

Akira stepped into the bar, looking around anxiously. Her bright blue hair stood out under the flashing lights, and illuminated the purple streaks in her hair. Her large, square-rimmed glasses sit comfortably on the bridge of her nose and she easily pushed her way through people, slipping between warm bodies here and there, rather grossed out by the grinding that was going on everywhere.
Like any other Tuesday night, Akira had a gig at the local bar. Here she was now, getting ready to sing a song by Neon Trees, called "Animal." She was a naturally talented singer, and she wrote songs and sold them for completely outrageous prices, but some actually managed to sell, and that's what kept her going. She lived in a two-room apartment, which was all she could afford at the moment, despite her large sum of money in her bank account. She didn't want to spend it all paying rent on a house. Her silver Stingray Corvette already soaked up a lot of her money.
Even though most rich girls were taken as snobs, Akira was quite the opposite. She was a kind, loving, rather shy girl, at the age of 26.
Akira was snapped back to reality, though, as she stepped up onto the stage in her stilleto heels and punkrock, off-shoulder T-shirt, with white-washed skinny jeans. It wasn't her usual attire, but the people who ran the bar said that if she looked 'appealing' more people would come to hear her sing on Tuesday nights, which in turn, meant they got more money.
A lot of times she was stuck singing provocative songs, but tonight was an exception. 'Animal' wasn't all that bad, and so she'd sing to her heart's content, and if there was to be an encore, she'd sing 'Break Your Heart' by Taio Cruz. This Tuesday was one of her better days.
Akira took the mic off the stand and got ready as the lights went down low, and as the music started, she began singing, her voice clear and strong as the spotlight was angled at her, with everybody's eyes watching.

"Hmmm?" Akira took a sip of her martini before turning towards the masculine voice. The faintest trace of beer reached her nose, and she sighed. Were all the men around here at least slightly drunk? "Oh, thanks." Akira flashed him a brief smile. She didn't blush like she had when she was younger when somebody told her that. By now, she got that a lot, but she never neccessarily believed them.
"Yeah, well, I highly doubt that's going to happen," Akira chuckled lightly to herself. Akira watched him intently for a moment, intruiged by him. He was definately drunk, even if it was in the slightest, and her suspicions were confirmed when he slurred his words. Akira let out a silent sigh, and stared at him, "I'm Akira." She said warily. She told a lot of people her name, but a drunk man she'd never met? Definately a first.
Akira then commented, almost playfully, staring into her martini, "Maybe next time you should get a water." She took another sip of her drink, and stared at him blankly when he cursed so openly. "Honestly, if you don't mind me putting in my own input, but there is no way in hell you should go to your night shift in the state you're in." She shrugged, and turned back to look at him. "Plus, I have one more song." She winked before taking the last swig of her martini and heading back towards the stage.
Next song? Break Your Heart, by Taio Cruz. One of her favorites.