"Hatsune! You're on stage in five." the stage hand called, waving impatiently to the small, teal boy as if he had better things to do then actually doing his job.

Mikuo sighed and twiddled his thumbs, sitting nervously in a metal chair backstage. He moved to bite his fingernails but frowned when he saw they were already completely chewed, the coat of nail polish put on that morning chipped and peeling. .. What a day.

You see, today was the tealette's very first concert. And damn it, he thought he was going to wet himself. His sister, Miku - the diva herself, had always been hugely popular. .. Mikuo had thought, and somewhat hoped, to remain in her shadow. But no, here he was stuck with nubs of fingernails and a growing urge to pee. Where was a leek to gnaw on when he needed it? He looked around frantically with his wide, teal eyes. And then,

"You're on!" the stage hand said brusquely, picking him up out of the chair and giving him a forceful shove towards the curtain. Mikuo squeaked and started trembling violently, like a small mouse cornered by a cat. He certainly felt like one. "I'm sure you'll do fine." the man insisted in a tone that sounded like he didn't really mean it/care what was going on. "Now go."

- two hours later -

Mikuo returned backstage, breathless and sweaty - the lights had been focused brightly on him. Although, he had somewhat of a euphoric smile on his face. The fans.. oh, the fans. For once, he wasn't made fun of. .. Did I forget to tell you? Crypton went experiment happy on this little Hatsune - sticking him with a pair of teal cat ears and one furry tail. It was supposed to up his popularity. And let me tell you, he didn't hear the end of it. Mikuo was extremely sensitive about them.. but he wasn't so sure anymore. The fans - they had actually liked him. And get this. They cheered him on, begging for song after song. The Hatsune sang until his pretty little voice grew hoarse.

His agent came backstage with an ear-to-ear smile. .. Which could only mean he was currently making a lot of money. "You were a hit, kid! A hit!" he slapped the Hatsune on the back roughly, which caused him to whimper loudly, his kitty ears falling flat. Obviously, the agent didn't notice because he continued on, "We've already started making a whole line of products for you! Mikuo backpacks, Mikuo lunchboxes, hell, even Mikuo underwear!"

"U-um.. I don't think I-I want t-to be on people's b-.." Mikuo's small voice was easily drowned out when his agent's booming voice continued on.

"... Mikuo pencils, Mikuo shoes! You're gonna go far, kid. I promise ya." he ran a hand through his thick, greasy hair.. which made the Hatsune shudder internally. How he had gotten stuck with such a guy, he didn't know. Miku had said he was the best in the business.. and he always listened to his sister. She was the best, after all.

"Oh right..!" the greaseball exclaimed, the wide grin returning to his face. "We've even worked out a duet for you."

"A d-duet..? With w-who..?" the tealette stammered nervously, his tail drooping. They would surely outsing him, whoever they were.

"He's new, just like you. Gots the pink hair an' all that. What was his name.." the agent trailed off, snapping his fingers in attempt to remember. His face lit up, "Megurine! That's it. Luki Megurine."

Mikuo blinked and looked down. "L-Luka's brother..?" he paused, "I-I've never met h-him.. but Miku t-told me he wasn't n-nice.."

His agent shrugged, not really caring what the Hatsune was saying, "Doesn't matter. You don't hafta make out with the boy. Just sing with 'im." His phone rang, and he held up a finger to the Hatsune as he answered it. "Yeah..? Yeah? Great! Bring 'im in." The agent snapped his phone shut, once again grinning ear-to-ear. "You're gonna meet yer partner, kid. His agent's bringin' him in here to meet ya. I'm sure you'll get along perfectly."

Several minutes later, the pink-haired male arrived in all his glory - some black shades on his face, covering his ice blue eyes. "Who's this midget I'm supposed to sing with?" he questioned loudly with a scowl, looking around the room.

Mikuo's agent grinned and shoved Mikuo towards the Megurine, resulting in a loud squeak from the Hatsune and some trembling. "Here's right here."

Luki stared blankly through his shades for just a moment before replying in his rough voice, "... You've got to be kidding me."