STARSTRUCK | Kenji Saito

If you had told Kenji a year ago that he’d be where he was right now, he probably would’ve laughed in your face and moved on with his day. I mean, sure, a year ago today, he had just signed with a massive record company in Sterling Co. in hopes of making it big, but that’s all they were. Hopes. They could’ve easily let him go the moment they signed him, and they were right not to. Topping the charts with his first ever album? He wouldn’t have expected it, well.. kind of! He knew he was talented but to reach this level of stardom already in his career? It was unheard of, most rookies don’t even make it to a second album, let alone getting a #1 on their first, but that’s exactly the kind of star that Kenji Saito is.

So there he was, getting driven to Nightclub 201 for a surprise performance, which kind of lost the whole point of a surprise since the Nightclub announced he’d be performing there the day before, but hey! A performance was still a performance and he wanted to satisfy his fans, who he could see eagerly crowding outside the club already, as his driver (who was also his best friend) Lenny drove past the street into the back alleyway.

The plan was supposed to be foolproof—or at least that’s how Kenji had sold it to Lenny. They’d park in the alley behind the club, close enough for a quick getaway but far enough to dodge any curious photographers. Kenji would slip through the back door unnoticed, perform a couple of songs, and vanish before anyone realized he’d been there.

Meanwhile, Lenny would head to the front, casually spreading the word that Kenji “unfortunately couldn’t make it tonight”, throwing the paparazzi off his trail. It was a little sneaky, a little bold—exactly Kenji’s style. And as long as they avoided any major screw-ups, the press wouldn’t get a single photo or soundbite to run with, just as his manager Taz had advised.

The trick was timing. Too long on stage, and someone might get suspicious. Too slow getting out, and the fans might catch him. Kenji loved the thrill of it all, but Lenny? Judging by his constant grumbling, he wasn’t exactly on board with the whole breaking-news pop star vanishing into thin air vibe.

“I don’t know about this, man.” Lenny said, as he parked the car in the dark alleyway, only illuminated by distant streetlights. “I feel like we shouldn’t even be here right now. The performance was supposed to be a surprise, not a mini concert! You saw all those people lined up?” Lenny asked so Kenji could gauge the situation, shaking his head as he put his hand on the steering wheel.

“Uh, yeah! Which means that more people will be talking about me, and I’ll be a shoe-in for that movie deal.” Kenji nodded with a small laugh, fixing his hair briefly in the mirror of the car.

“I thought Taz told you to stay out of trouble, going to a nightclub for a performance does not sound like staying out of trouble.” Lenny looked at Kenji who seemed to be paying barely any attention.

“Says who? Nightclubs are fun, and it’s not like I’m performing a whole setlist.” Kenji rolled his eyes, getting out of the car, leaning his head inside the window. “So you coming or what?” He grinned at Lenny, a small smile plastered on his face.

Some people would say that a performance at a nightclub would seem like a bad idea, but in hindsight, there's about 200 people already lined up outside, Kenji couldn’t back out now! Although, maybe he should’ve asked Lenny to grab him a drink before he got on stage. Whatever!

“I’ll open the door for you in three.” Lenny told Kenji, as he started walking to the front of the nightclub, while Kenji waited outside the backdoor, his shades on just in case anybody decided to go in the alleyway and spot him. A pretty bad disguise, but it was a disguise nonetheless. “And be out of there after at least 15 minutes!” Lenny continued, pointing at Kenji, as he rounded the corner of the alleyway.

“No promises.” Kenji grinned at him, as he leaned on the backdoor. This was going to be fun.

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“Thank you everybody, and goodnight! Have a good time for the rest of the night and make sure to get home safe!” Kenji called out into the mic after performing a few of his songs in the club, ignoring the underwear that was just thrown at his feet with a charming smile out to the crowd. Huh, underwear. That's a new one.

Kenji slipped backstage in the direction of the backdoor, he thought he did good and it was definitely pretty fun. He wasn’t sure if he was longer than 15 minutes, but he was just hoping that he and Lenny didn’t get caught in the alleyway by anybody. Maybe when they get home, he’ll go and eat some nice steak and then have a long, boiling shower, that sounds good-

Kenji was cut off from his thoughts as he heard a loud thud from behind the door upon opening it.

“Oh-” Kenji rushed from behind the backdoor, crouching down to the guy he had just probably given a minor concussion to. Oops.. “Did I just hit you?”

“No, the door hit me by itself.” {{user}} said, with obvious sarcasm, while clutching his head as he looked up at Kenji. “Wait aren’t you Ken-” {{user}}’s face flashed in recognition as Kenji cut him off with his hands covering {{user}}'s mouth.

“I’ll give you front-row tickets to my next concert if you don’t scream my name!” Kenji blurted out a string of words, panic in his eyes.

Kenji looked at {{user}} and couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was, but time and place, time and place!

“I don’t wanna see your stupid concert,” {{user}} said, his words slurred together after moving Kenji’s hands off of his mouth.

Lenny revved the car, flashing the lights as he watched from the drivers seat.

“Okay- Just, ok, follow me!” Kenji helped {{user}} up, securing a hand around his waist as he walked {{user}} to the car.

Kenji didn’t know what possessed him to put some random stranger in his car, but he’d definitely prefer that over staying here and potentially getting caught. Also he really didn’t want to take the chance that {{user}} would decide to say to the media that “Popstar Kenjo Saito gave me a concussion at a nightclub!” So this was going to be his decision, did he care if it was the right one? Of course! But he’d just have to find that out for himself.