Summary slip clip: Do you know how it is living my own life? It's a hell lot tiresome, tedious and exasperating! I have to attend interviews and TV conferences. Sometimes I even encounter desperate fans who interrogate me with useless crap! But see that's the thing being me, its all about what happens next.
Ready 2 Party
Written by: Tangerine Kisses
Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice on any rights…
Prologue:
My life as Sakura Mikan… it's not much though… but it's me…
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"Are you ready to party?!"
The crowd erupted in high ecstasy. There were all kinds of people present. There were teens, girls and boys. Lots were musicians; some were even too old for the age bracket. The lights were bursting from all the excitement; the speakers were banging to their hearts content.
Everything was perfect.
KANPEKI.
The stage erupted dozen of colorful smoke screens and then the show started.
'1... 2... 3 GO!!'
'Say that you love me. Say that you care. "
She entered with not much of a bang, yet her strides were in perfect sophistication. The cloth she wore hugged her with an air of simplicity, the white shreds twirled by her arms, the long grain look stopped above her knees.
She wore boots, three inches long. Displaying her long legs covered in smoothie white. Her wrists were adorned with gold thin bangles. Several of them on her right and left, and on her neck slipped on a simple white gold necklace, the ring that hung shimmered in pure elegance.
As the light snapped its way to concentrate on her, golden brown tresses flew back showing her clear vivid face. Her golden locks were tied in her signature pigtail look, her long visage bangs left untouched.
Sweet pink gloss slit her lips, giving it the most appealing position. She took the mike from the mike stand, her body perfect atop center stage.
And then she began to open her eyes.
It was the perfect shade of golden auburn.
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"GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY!!"
Encore shouts were heard all over, yet the angel was now nowhere to be seen.
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"I'm planning on retiring."
She sat by the black chair in his managers office. Her hands were allover the coffee cup, yet her chocolate pools were pinned on him. Her manager didn't look like a manager at all.
He had pure white locks, yet he was only turning 18 next month. He's really slim and healthy. Not to mention muscular, but not the type that makes you want to puke, got it?
He wears Armani suits to formal parties, yet goes to works in ragged trousers and awesomely handsome not to mention again cheap shirts. He's also the type who gives you a Louis Vitton bag (its original) on your birthday.
Oh! And I almost forgot he has the most luscious kissable lips a woman could ever ask for. And he has teal eyes, which make every woman, melt…
(Except me, of course…) also he has this really really (oh, and I mean really) pleasing personality that make me eek! (Ugh!)
Well, that's actually because he's not pleasing to me at all! Yet, he's damn pleasing with every girl he meets!
(Growls)
So don't you get it? He for one is not a guy who'd you'd think manages an awesome pop star like me.
"You what?!"
He rushed over from the table and did a 360degree turn just to look at me again.
"Wait a sec. did you just tell me. YOU were going to RETIRE?"
His cold eyes were literally bulging from his eye sockets.
Hey, is he really worried?
I stared at him from the top of my steaming coffee,
"Uhh… I… think so…"
Now, his eyes are really bulging out. And here… comes the hard part, I do NOT want to argue with this handsome prat! We would now start to discuss, why in the world I can not quit.
I just want to retire peacefully, for Pete's sake. Live my life in h suburbs, own an Italian dog. Live the rest of my rotten life peacefully. Is that hard to understand? … Well… ok, I want to join this band. But, hey! That's not that bad! …Is it?
"Look Youichii, I understand why you wont let me retire YET. But-"
"There are NO BUTS, damn it. I've invested my life in you! My money!"
"You did not! I paid for everything down to your piece of coffee crap! You can't say-"
"Oh! But I would! I sure remember as hell how you were in bed that day."
"YOU WOULDN'T DARE HYUUGA YOUICHII!"
"I'll tell every tabloid reporter that you took away the essence of my being!!"
"I so did not!! I'll KILL YOU HYUUGA!!"
(If you don't get what were saying here, were talking about the day we woke up, and he was naked in my bed! Can you believe it? He actually accused me of RAPING him!! growls and stomps ugh… wait!? You don't actually think that I really raped him?! I didn't! I swear! )
(Youichii: She did!!)
(Mikan: No way!! I would never!! You insolent freakin' liar!)
(Authoress: On with the story…)
"YANI! CALL 911!!"
(Oh- and by the way, Yani is his 101st SEXY secretary. Whom he just picked up from anywhere… well, not exactly anywhere but, you get my point?)
"YOUICHII!!" runs after him, with butcher knife
See! I told you we'd start killing and murdering each other! I did! Did I??
After long hours of trying to KILL each other. We decided to sign a contract. In the end I regretfully told him about my plans on joining my best friend's band.
See! That was really why I wanted to quit, its not that I'm not enjoying my job or something. (Unless you count my measly manager…) It's just that sometimes I feel as if its soooo lonely, trying to be cool and perfect all the time.
Well, we'd still need to try being cool and perfect, coz still… were in media and were still entering the music industry. But hey! Life's much easier with friends, whom we'd be with to try to be cool and perfect…
Together!
Oh! And I almost forgot! Hyuuga Youichii… is going to be our manager.
Hell isn't going to get any better… nn…
Night-night fans….
Mikan Sakura… is signing out…
yawns goodnight…..
TBC
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