“Lady Skyera! Lady Skyera! Wake up, you need to wake up so we can go to the hotel and find a tailor. You need a new costume for the concert next month.”

I turned over and saw the digital clock glare the time in bright yellow numbers that read, “6:30 p.m.”.

“Well, maybe she should have the new outfit be highlighter yellow and hot pink. What do you think Hoshi and Fuki?”

I sat up and punched Mr. Cherrie, my producer, in the face breaking his sunglasses. “I think that Skyera is up now.”

I rubbed my eyes and yawned. “I hope that you are kidding in the color choices or I might have to punch you again, Mr. Cherrie.”

Mr. Cherrie whipped out another pair of sunglasses and gave a peace sign to me. “You know it!”

I dropped my head, sighing in doing so.

Mr. Cherrie was a young man of 24 and he, like Claude, acted his shoe size and not his age. Both Claude and Mr. Cherrie had polar opposite personas compared to their appearances. Cherrie had shaggy brown hair and hazel eyes that he hid with tuxedo black sunglasses. His attire was very professional with dark colored suits and brighter but still keeping with the color of his suit jacket ties and flowers.

Claude is a typical foreigner (like me) in that he has a paler complexion compared to everyone else. At age 26, he has long platinum blonde hair normally pulled back in a braid or ponytail and very pale green eyes. Claude wears silver framed reading glasses that he sometimes forgets to take off when he is finished reading. His clothing choices are very casual, typically an open button up shirt showing off a dark t-shirt and pleated long pants. He wears his tie undone and pinned to the collar of his shirt. Again, Cherrie and Claude have mature bodies but minds of preteen boys. Why are the people that are in charge of this band so insane?

“Question, did I say anything while I was out like that?”

I looked over to Claude who was about to die from either not breathing or holding back uncontrollable laughter I could not tell. Then it was as if all hell broke loose when he started rolling on the floor, laughing his butt off. He apparently began to mimic my voice.

“No! She has nothing to do with what I choose for my life!”

That little bugger needs to shut his mouth. Well, at least I know that I spoke in my sleep again. Still, that was a weird dream that I had. I wonder why it occurred in the first place, in fact why did it include Fuki yelling at me and mentioning that nice young lady.

“You had a nightmare apparently Ms. Skye and what Claude should realize that no one should go through a nightmare twice in the same day.”

WHAM! I saw Hoshi use a magazine that was lying on the bedside table like a baseball bat and slammed Claude in the gut with it. I was amazed that Hoshi would even do such a thing to anyone but I guess he was just as annoyed with Claude’s uncontrollable laughter as I was.

“Hoshihiro…Why would you hit me like that it is mean. I was having a blast down here and you slam me as if I was another fighter. That’s not fair hitting someone when they are down, you know Hiro.”

Hiro just placed the magazine back to where it came from and then pulled the blankets down off me.

“Now, let’s get you suitable for the photo shoot so then you don’t kill the make-up artist and or stylist. Up you go, Ms. Skye.”

He threw me like a rag doll over his shoulders and began to carry me to the chair in the corner. I flailed, kept pulling my hospital gown down so the others would not see my panties, and yelled at Hiro.

“Put me down and let me walk to the chair!”

Hiro just hiked me higher on his shoulder and laughed at me. “You idiot! Put me down! I do not want to put my panties on display for the men in the room!”

Hiro then put me down as I asked him too and I sat in the chair as Mr. Cherrie took out a comb and began brushing my hair. “So Claude, wait a minute. Err Hiro you said something about a photo shoot today did you not?”

Hiro grabbed the magazine that he had just hit Claude with and flipped through the pages. He was at the middle of the book when he pulled out the centerfold and tilted it vertically.

“It’s this.”

I looked at the centerfold carefully and saw the older girl of about 23 in a beach scene drinking a bottle of Fuki (no relation to Fukiyashi) brand sake. She wore a pure white skimpy bikini that seemed like it was too small. I immediately sighed and covered my mouth to prevent myself from not say anything until either Claude or Hiro gave me more information. “Ms. Skye it shouldn’t be that bad. If they have already done the beach, where could they go next in the land of skimpy clothing? It’s not as if you’re the only one in the shoot either there is supposed to be another person with you.”

I took my hand off my mouth and blurted out,

“Next they will go to the bedroom then eh?”

I saw the look on all the faces in the room as they all look at me with the looks of “Oh my God, did she just say that out loud?” I laughed hysterically because I never put my thoughts through a filter before letting them fly out of my mouth. It is quite funny actually and many times gets me into situations that I would normally avoid at all costs.

“Will you do it then, Ms. Skye?”