Behind The Scenes. -Part One- Ok, here's what I have to say. If you can't read this font size go to view, text size, and choose which one you want. This is my first fanfic, so go easy on me. I burn easily. Anyway, here I sit listening to Moonlight Sonata, thinking what to write… Ages- Bah, make your own ages. Thinking "Talking" -Poketalk- That's all I have, so I hope you enjoy. I sat behind the counter. It was comforting to see happy people popping in and out of the hotel. I loved my job, talking to people, serving food and drinks, and all in the safety of the counter. My name is Braxton Willams, and I work at the Mirage Inn. The Mirage is located in Fusia City, tell them Brax sent you. Anyway, like I said I love my job. Happy, happy, customers. Sometimes I even get to experience a whole drama plot unfold, and it's all entertaining. But I do feel sorry for the people. Once a guy's Abra was stolen, but I helped him find it. It was hooked on bulk berries. There was even a time when a guy's friends left him, and his enemies were his friends. His name was Ash, I think. You see, they were celebrating for some Pokemon battle. By the way I raise Pokemon too. Yup, I like the poison types. I have a Swalot, Crobat, Tentacrule, Muk, Seviper, and a Ninjask. I tried the whole Elite Four thingy, but I didn't to good at the Physic Gym. ANYway, they were a happy bunch. There were a lot of people there that night, lem'e give a rundown. There was a girl with red hair, a squinty eyed man, a teenager with brown hair watching them, and a kid with chaotic black hair that was shoved under a league hat. Now that you know the boring crap, let's get started! "Yaaaaahoo!" yelled a very cheerful Ask. He jumped up in the air, praising his newfound win. "I'm in the semifinals!" he yelled again. "Wow, that's really great Ash!" said his redheaded friend. "Yea, you did really great!" said his other companion. "Thanks Misty and Brock, but I really should be thanking my Pokemon!" Ash ran out into the battlefield while the audience was filing out. -Pika Pikachu!- his Pikachu squealed as she was thrown into the air. "We did it!!" Misty and Brock watched his victory dance. "So, you think he has a chance at this?" Misty asked. "I'm not sure, but Ash can pull off almost anything." Brock replied. "The competition is tough too." "I'm sure he can handle it." Misty said while a smile curved onto her face. "Hey guys, let's go celebrate at the hotel!" Ash suggested. His Pikachu agreed, and nodded enthusiastically. "Sounds great!" Misty and Brock said together. Gary was walking back to the hotel while Ash was busy doing his dance. How could he win?! Recently, both him and Ash entered in a tournament. Gary lost in the second round, but now Ash just beat the person he lost to. He was confused because he was always the stronger of the two, but now Ash had surpassed him. I'm just not good enough… Maybe I should get some sleep, I'll get over it. Braxton was cleaning some plates while watching the tournament on TV. He finished up and turned to see a shocking person before him. "Hey, aren't you Gary Oak?" Braxton asked. "Yeah, I'm the loser from the Fusia Tourament." " Why do you say that? Your Nidoqueen looked awesome against that Swampert!" Braxton said while swinging his fists into the air. "He lost. I lost." Gary whispered, while plopping himself in to a stool. "You shouldn't praise me for that…" " Why not? I'm a fan of poison Pokemon; it's a surprise to see one in such good shape too! Did you know only three percent of trainers use poison types?" Braxton said calmly. "You do a lot of research don't you?" Gary raised an eyebrow. "Anyway, I want a drink." "Uh, aren't you a little young for alcohol?" "Don't you have a job to do?" "Doing it right now Gary." "Just take my money." "I don't think you understand. I don't serve alcohol." He nodded to a pair of kids sipping on orange juice and eating doughnuts. "Ah, then I'll have a bagel with cream cheese." Ash's group stepped into the hotel. A warm fire burning in the fireplace greeted them, along with lots of comfy couches. "A girl could get use to this" Misty said in awe. "Yeah, hey there's the food bar!" Ash said, eager to get his food. They all walked over to the counter while Braxton just finished serving Gary. "What can I get 'ya?" Braxton asked. "I couldn't eat another bite!" Brock moaned. "Me too" added Misty. "Me three" Ash moaned. The group wandered up into their room, slightly tripping. Gary, on the other hand, was staring down at the table. "What's a matter? Bagel no good?" Braxton asked. At that moment Gary wolfed down the bagel. "No, that was Ash…" "I see… Well why don't you get some sleep Gary." "Thanks Braxton, see you in the morning." Gary yawned, and slowly dragged himself up the stairs. Braxton watched him trudge up the stairs. He started to wash the dishes that Ashes left behind, while listening to the nerve calming jazz from the radio. Yes, that's it. Short, eh? You can never expect much from a first fic… I think. Anyway, if you have any Ideas, thoughts, or suggestions please review. Wait, aren't ideas and suggestions the same anyway? -Crobat