Hey there, everyone. Here is a tiny, very tiny, introduction to a new story I've been mulling over for the longest time.
First things first: this is the CLASSIC version of the Chipmunks and Chipettes. To be more precise, it's the Chipmunk Adventure designs.
Second: this is my twist on the fact that in the Squeakquel, Ian only wanted Brittany as his superstar. I've always wondered how that'd play out.
Third: obviously this introduction tells you all nothing. This is just to get the story out there and to hopefully hear feedback from you all. I'll explain more as the story moves along.
This story is eventual Alvittany. (I'm not using that disastrous ALVINNN! version shipname of those two. It's hideous to me)
Now, sorry for the shortness of this introduction, again. But either way, hope you all enjoy!
Flawless humming emanated from the teenage female chipmunk as she finished up her make-up. She was sitting in her dressing room, waiting for her manager to pop in with his usual confidence boosting speech before she went on stage. Sitting back, she looked over her work just as the door opened.
Her manager and one of his hired make-up artists entered her dressing room. She smiled at him through the mirror as he bustled up beside her excitedly. The make-up artist sidled up to her other side and began cleaning off her face, much to the young singer's chagrin, and began reapplying her make-up.
Forcing her expression into a neutral mask, the young star looked at her manager's reflection. He grinned, showing uneven, yellow-stained teeth, and began speaking, "Brittany, baby, you have a sold-out show!" Brittany grinned brightly, but a rough clearing of the throat beside her made her roll her eyes and make her face blank once more. "Now, I know you know what you're doing by now. So I won't lecture you about how important it is that you perform flawlessly tonight."
Brittany looked at her reflection, turning her head towards the make-up artist as she applied her pink lipstick to her full lips. Once that final touch was done, Brittany rubbed her lips together, leaning forward to examine the final result. It would have to do. She was on in a few minutes. She tousled her bangs and the back of her hair before standing. She faced her manager.
"I know, Uncle Ian. You don't have to worry about me," Brittany said confidently. She adjusted her pink midriff top and white jeans, sliding on her mic.
"That's my little superstar!" Ian clapped his hands together once before wrapping an arm around Brittany's shoulders and walking her out of the room and backstage. The roar of the audience was an immediate adrenaline rush for the teenaged star. Ian squeezed her arm encouragingly before sliding his hand across her back, skimming the flesh of her back purposefully before withdrawing. Brittany felt her breath stop for a moment, her heart racing in discomfort. When it became apparent that he had no further intentions, she brushed it off and smiled up at him. "Go knock'em dead, my little diva!"
Brittany let out a breath before nodding excitedly and going on stage after the music for her first song began playing.