Post by Zacharie Babineaux on Dec 17, 2008 21:07:29 GMT -5
Zacharie should have paid more attention to the tutor his agent had pressed upon him when they'd decided to take the deal offered to him by a Japanese movie production; apparently the man had known what he was talking about all those months he'd spent harping upon the importance of kanji. Not that it would matter when he couldn't read hiragana or katakana either. It seemed that you actually couldn't get by in Japan only able to read romanji. Well... go figure.
Hands stuffed in his pockets, large, thick sunglasses perched upon his thin european nose and blond hair adequately covered by a cap, Zacharie was quite firmly incognito as he walked along the busy streets of Tokyo's shopping district. As incognito as a european in a sea of tiny Asians could be, at any rate; he towered half a foot over the nearest person to his height. While this did wonders for his ego, it was also rather aggravating when one didn't want to be noticed.
At least he didn't have to worry about raving fans here--yet, he smirked mentally--the dubbed version of "Heart Roots" was set for its Japanese premiere in three days time. If everything took off as it had in America and Britain he'd no longer have the luxury of going outdoors without being accosted.
A faint sigh tugged itself from his lips as he tuned into his surroundings once more just in time to see his face in a record store window. Ah yes, the soundtrack. Though proud of his work, Zacharie took that moment to illegally cross the street. He'd originally signed onto "Heart Roots" at his agents suggestion for broadening his career. While he had to admit it had been a good move, and was what was responsible for the new contract they were also in town to sign, he was also well aware that the movie was nothing more than cheesy romantic fluff that no one with an iota of brains would believe in. So the population loved it.
Zacharie rolled his eyes and pushed his sunglasses back up on his face with one finger. The new movie was likely to be more of that, but at least it was in a language he could tune out a lot more easily than his native tongue. Even now the babble of Japanese all around him didn't bother him in the slightest. Of course, he'd have to try and find someone to give him directions back to the hotel later since he found himself unable to read the signs.
Then a sign appeared before him that was as if a sign had come from the very heavens above. A smile immediately lit Zacharie's face and widened upon noticing that the shop did not have the soundtrack on display. He ducked into the door with the guitar-cut-out sign hanging above it and it closed behind him, shutting out the foreign babble with it. Someone had bach on the P.A. system and the clientele was quiet, even the ones currently trying out instruments at their displays. Happy to have found a decent looking music shop, Zacharie let himself find the sheet music and he pawed through it. At least this was one language that was universal.
Hands stuffed in his pockets, large, thick sunglasses perched upon his thin european nose and blond hair adequately covered by a cap, Zacharie was quite firmly incognito as he walked along the busy streets of Tokyo's shopping district. As incognito as a european in a sea of tiny Asians could be, at any rate; he towered half a foot over the nearest person to his height. While this did wonders for his ego, it was also rather aggravating when one didn't want to be noticed.
At least he didn't have to worry about raving fans here--yet, he smirked mentally--the dubbed version of "Heart Roots" was set for its Japanese premiere in three days time. If everything took off as it had in America and Britain he'd no longer have the luxury of going outdoors without being accosted.
A faint sigh tugged itself from his lips as he tuned into his surroundings once more just in time to see his face in a record store window. Ah yes, the soundtrack. Though proud of his work, Zacharie took that moment to illegally cross the street. He'd originally signed onto "Heart Roots" at his agents suggestion for broadening his career. While he had to admit it had been a good move, and was what was responsible for the new contract they were also in town to sign, he was also well aware that the movie was nothing more than cheesy romantic fluff that no one with an iota of brains would believe in. So the population loved it.
Zacharie rolled his eyes and pushed his sunglasses back up on his face with one finger. The new movie was likely to be more of that, but at least it was in a language he could tune out a lot more easily than his native tongue. Even now the babble of Japanese all around him didn't bother him in the slightest. Of course, he'd have to try and find someone to give him directions back to the hotel later since he found himself unable to read the signs.
Then a sign appeared before him that was as if a sign had come from the very heavens above. A smile immediately lit Zacharie's face and widened upon noticing that the shop did not have the soundtrack on display. He ducked into the door with the guitar-cut-out sign hanging above it and it closed behind him, shutting out the foreign babble with it. Someone had bach on the P.A. system and the clientele was quiet, even the ones currently trying out instruments at their displays. Happy to have found a decent looking music shop, Zacharie let himself find the sheet music and he pawed through it. At least this was one language that was universal.
