He wants to be a famous boxer, she wants to be a singing sensation. Will their dreams get in the way of their love? V/H
This is my first fan fiction, so there is a huge chance that this will suck…
I did post this up before, but it wasn't done yet so I added to it and then posted it up again (note that I am not a very organized person :P). If it sucks, it sucks. I accept constructive criticism!
Oh yeah, some 2 people already reviewed this so I would like the thank snow blossoms and SabrinaYutsuki for being my first reviewers! You are soooo nice!
Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne or any of its characters. I am not profiting of this fan fiction…
Prologue Fanelia Gym"Come on Fanel, make that bag feel sorry it was ever made!" Van Fanel couldn't even hear the voice of his trainer. One thing remained constant: his eyes were always focused on the bag. Nothing else mattered. His bandaged hands connected with the tough material of the bag over and over, like an unending pattern of fists. Inhaling and exhaling, he tried to keep steady, but his body was betraying him. What could he expect, he was only human and had his limits.
"Come on Fanel, you can do better!" his trainer yelled again. Van gasped as he missed the bag and stumbled forward. All the weight of his punch had touched nothing but thin air, all because of a loss of concentration.
"You idiot! You made me miss with your useless ranting!" yelled Van. He got up and strode furiously toward the trainer.
"I think you're the idiot. You lose concentration because of one loud encouraging voice. Imagine how you're going to do in a real match with hundred of people yelling put-downs!"
"How am I going to fight in a real match with you interrupting my practice!"
"I'm trying to help you Van, that's what a trainer does."
Van's maroon eyes bore into the other man's. No way did he have to take this. "Whatever. I'm out of here." And without another word, he headed to the locker room to get his stuff.
"You're never going to get anywhere with that attitude Van!"
Van froze on the spot. Without turning around, he spat in a cold voice, " That's Mr. Fanel to you."
Mystic Choir
"I'm sorry Hitomi, but you didn't get the solo." Hitomi stared at the choir instructor. She didn't understand, her brain couldn't, no, wouldn't process this information. How could she not get the solo? She practiced for hours, she was never off key! She even managed to smile through the whole tryout!
Biting her lip, she thought of ways she could handle the situation. First thing she thought of was yell. Yell her heart out. But what would that really accomplish? Crying? No, the instructor didn't care about stuff like that; she practically had no heart much less guilt. Talk calmly? Seemed like a good idea, but could she do it?
"Um, Ms. Mizu, who did get the solo?"
"The solo went to Millerna Aston."
"Oh." Disappointment flooded through Hitomi. Millerna? Why her? Sure she could sing, but she didn't care! She didn't put all her energy and willpower into choir! She wanted to be a doctor not a singing star! Finally sensing Hitomi's disappointment and unease, Ms. Mizu spoke up.
"It's not that you weren't good, you were wonderful. But, Millerna's voice is more suited for this piece, that's all." The only reply she got was silence. "Hitomi, you know this is an elite choir, we want to sound like first-class choir and emotions shouldn't get in the way. No hard feelings and you can always try for the next solo."
"I don't think I will."
"What?" Ms. Mizu gaped at the young girl in front of her. Hitomi not tryout? This girl had been pining for a solo ever since she figured out how she could get one! (did that even make sense?)
"I don't think I will try for another solo."
"Why not?"
"Because, because how can I try for a solo when I am no longer a part of the choir?" Hitomi looked up at Ms. Mizu with clouded green eyes and a small smile. She didn't want to be part of a choir that did nothing for her. That didn't acknowledge her talent or her dreams. That didn't even care if she was there during practice! What was the point? It wasn't helping her in any way. Hell, if Millerna got the solo what did that say about her? That she couldn't sing? Maybe she wasn't pretty enough, but then who could rival that beauty of Millerna Aston. All in all, maybe she wasn't cut out to be a singer and it showed.
"Hitomi, don't be so rash! It's just a solo! There will be other times to show your voice!"
"It's alright, Ms. Mizu."
"Hitomi, how will you ever succeed when you give up so easily?"
* gasps * It sucks… and I can't breath due to the fact that one of my nostrils is clogged. Happy happy joy joy. Please review and tell me how I'm doing. Take pity on this poor writer with a clogged nose. Oh yeah, spelling mistakes? Please tell me!