Speeders Song [Yuichi/Krzysztof]

Krzysztof jogged into the living room. The half-walls were a nice touch, giving a very open feel to the 'room'. He did have a look at it before, and found the couches to be extraordinarily comfortable to sit on. He also had found some car magazines to peruse later, and this is why he came here. As it turned out, someone else had the idea to come here to read: probably one of the more famous Aspiring Ultimates out there, Yuichiro Yuuki. Now, wide audiences were not something Kris was familiar with, but in his line of work, there was a number of celebrities (actors and directors mainly) he had to acquaint himself with. Therefore, he was not as stressed out as he was at the cast announcements.

“Hey there!” Kris greeted Yuichi, with a smile on his face, as he entered the living ‘room’. “Like the manor so far?” He sat on the couch opposite to Yuichi’s. He glanced at the magazines the singer was reading. Hmmm… Krzysztof always suspected Yuichi was swinging the…non-standard way. Eh, everything goes in West Hollywood. It would not be polite to pry into that.

“You know, I sort of wanted to go to your band’s revival concert.” Kris was not the biggest fan of Old World Dreamers’ genre, but they were just good enough to make hearing them live worthwhile. “You know how it is though, work is work, and the movie was behind the schedule.”

Krzysztof chuckled at Yuichi's greeting. “Sure you can. I'm used to it at this point.” Like most Polish people, Kris took pride in the difficulty his language's pronunciation posed to the others. He should hit him with some tongue twisters later on.

“Same here. My place is tiny compared to this. Though, it does have a garage…” Let’s hope that one locked door right behind the living room would lead to one. “Never was a bike guy though. Should try learning some time. Who knows, maybe they’ll teach me in the academy.“ Yeah, that makes sense. The academy does seem like a place that would branch out the students’ Ultimate Talents into other fields. Nevertheless, learning how to ride a bike would be a nice challenge. And, guess what, that was a challenge accepted in Kris’ head.

The offer of a free ticket surprised him. His jaw dropped just a little, before he got ahold of his body language. Holy shit, a free ticket to a very good artist’s concert, received from the artist in question, no less. “Oh, thanks! That’d be great. Right after the graduation, right?” The next question was one Kris wanted to be asked. “In the movie-making scene, sure! Let’s see…” He took a look at some magazines… First at one about movies, then at one about car…Ah, there it is. There it is. He flipped it to the page depicting a car upside down, above the Los Angeles River or, well, the Little West Hollywood replica of it. Most people would recognize it as a scene from the latest installment of that movie about a martini-drinking spy. “Not sure if you can see it, but the guy in the car is me. Jumping over that concrete channel and doing a roll while making the jump. It could’ve been done with computers and stuff, but they wanted me to do it live, to promote the movie. ”

„Yeah, you’re right. It would be horrible. I mean, the title is nice and whatever, but it’s about improvement, right? About being better , and better. I’d love to do my Trójka some real justice the day I graduate” Kris said while pulling out the key to his lady’s heart. Oh god, he’s gonna miss her curves, her personality…And her power delivery, and the squeal of her tires as well. Everything. But, he was here for a reason. He had to persevere.

“Good point. I am rather restless, and I usually forget the others are not necessarily. Thanks for reminding me of that. You know, I think my dad would love to be there with me.” Mom would too, probably. If she was still alive, that is. Good point about the money. I’m sure with this many fans, he could afford to give some tickets to his fellow classmates. Yuichi was way more pleasant than Krzysztof though. What a pleasant surprise.

Then, Yuichi asked about the nervousness. At this point, one of Kris’ legs began shaking. That’s a very weird feeling. The feeling when you’re certain of an outcome (winning a spot in the academy in this instance), but are still stressed about it. That should not be happening. Human mind, am I right? “I try not to be nervous. I think I’m succeeding.” The body language still said otherwise, even if he tried to calm himself with some pleasant thoughts, like the things he did before he took up stunt driving.