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Little Miss Everything
Chapter 1:
Mikan Sakura
{The Park}
He was coming closer and closer by the second, and I felt myself hold my breath.
One step at a time. He wasn't hurrying as he walked towards me. In my hand, I held a red rose and instead of looking at him, I lifted it to my nose and gave it a little whiff. I smiled against the flower and glanced at the blonde in front of me. And I smiled wider.
He was so close, about two more steps and he would be in front of me. I looked up from my flower and looked at him in the eye, maintaining my smile. He smiled back. Oh god, he looked gorgeous. Finally he was in front of me, his cerulean eyes and lips smiling at me, making me feel like the only girl in the world. I gave him the rose and he laughed as he took it.
"My, aren't I supposed to be the one giving the flowers?" He asked, handing it back. Closing my eyes, I took it from him. Then, the wind blew, making my dress flutter lightly against the wind. My hair flew to my face and before I could blow it out, the man in front of me lifted his hand slowly and tucked it behind my ear. Then, before I knew it, I was in his arms, our lips linked.
One, two, three.
"AND CUT!" Shouted a feminine voice from the background and as soon as I heard it, I pulled away and high fived the blonde in front of me.
"Ruka-pyon, we're finally done!" I exclaimed as we smacked our palms together. He smiled.
"Finally."
"Well, I have to get going or else –"
"Oi. Baka." A raven-haired beauty called out from behind me. I turned around and found myself looking at amethyst eyes.
I made a gesture of a hug, and immediately got evaded.
"Hotaru!" I cried as I tried and failed again. She rolled her eyes before grabbing me by the shoulders and dragging me to a table with a laptop on top, under a tent. Behind that table were two folding chairs. One that said "Producer" and the other that said "Director."
I took a seat at the "Director" chair.
Yes, this is me, Sakura Mikan. Actress, director, model and singer extraordinaire. And my partner, producer, CEO and co-model, Hotaru Imai.
I sat back on the chair as two girls, one with pink hair and one with blue, came over carrying a cold bottle of sparkling water and a decorated box.
"Here, Mikan!" Ana, the pink haired twin, said as she handed me the bottle. Ana was ½ of my manager, her twin being the other half. She had pink hair and a great figure and attitude. Honestly, I have no idea why she didn't try out to be a model. I asked her once, but she answered that it would be such a bother. She loves her twin very much, and she has a passion for cooking too.
"Thanks, Ana." I replied as I took it from her and opened it. That was when the blue haired twin, Nonoko, came up with the decorated box. Nonoko was just like her twin, except her blue hair and her love for chemistry. She opened the box, revealing my favourite strawberry macaroons. I smiled and hugged both of them.
"Thanks you guys!"
"Ahem. Idiot. I'm waiting." I heard Hotaru say behind me and letting out a breath, I grabbed a macaroon and started nibbling on it, knowing well that Hotaru would start calling me an idiot if I offer her one. I looked at her and she nodded her head to the laptop.
"Watch." Was all she said. And so I did.
It showed the last scene just as I imagined it. My acting was just right for the scene just as Ruka's acting was. Ruka was Hotaru's well… blackmail target. They had that kind of relationship wherein the girl dominates most of the time. I giggled as I thought about them getting together, always bickering.
Hotaru shot me a look. "Mikan. Watch. I still have a meeting after this."
Ana cut in. "And you still have to go to something too, Mikan."
Hotaru shot me a smirk. "I told you so. Now watch."
I shrugged. "Fine."
I lifted my hand to the mouse and scanned it back to the beginning. I watched, but I felt something was missing. Our acting was good, the music was good, but the effect of that scene wasn't there. After the scene ended, I leaned back and thought.
It was silent until two guys came and joined our group. I didn't look up. Just thought.
"What are you guys doing?" I heard someone say. It was probably Kitsuneme.
It was Nonoko who answered him. "She's directing. Shh."
Kitsuneme did so, unusually. It was Ruka who spoke next. "May I see the scene?"
"Shut up, you idiot."
Then, I heard a ringtone. It was Michael Jackson's "Black or White."
Wait. What if…? I turned to the laptop and went to the video settings before putting it to black-and-white. Then, I traced the rose and went to the settings again, before placing it on "normal ." (A/N: I really don't know how to video edit, so these are probably false.) Ana, who was beside me, placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Mikan, that's a great idea! Play it! Play it!" She exclaimed and I did so.
It played and I couldn't help but lean back with a smile. Now that's what I'm talking about.
When it ended, Koko clapped. "Whoohoo, Mikan! Another great film finished!" Then, he slapped me at the back.
I was thrown forward before a hand fell on my shoulder and pulled me back. I looked up and met blue eyes.
"That's nice, Mikan-chan." Ruka said. I smiled.
"Than—"
Hotaru cut in. "Well, duh, Bunny boy. It's an Imai production." She pointed out and I couldn't help but let out a little giggle.
Then, beside me, I felt a phone vibrate. I looked as Nonoko took out her phone and whispered to Ana. They both nodded before Ana leaned down.
"Mikan, the car's here. We need to go. Now." She whispered as I nodded. I leaned to Hotaru.
"Hotaru, I have to leave. Please tell someone to take care of everything else. You have to leave too, right?"
"Yeah, I know, baka." She said as she nodded. She raised her hand and waved. "Bye."
I smiled and gave her a hug before she could object. "I LOVE YOU HOTARU!"
The raven shook her head. "Yeah, yeah. I'm lovable. I get it."
I let go off her and hugged the two other guys. "Bye, guys! I have to get going."
"Mikan. NOW." Nonoko called out from the car, a white limousine. I let go of the guys before running to the twins. We all got in the car together. I finally leaned back and sighed before looking at the pink-haired manager beside me.
"You have my bag, right?"
She nodded as she got the bag out. Instead of giving it to me, though. She threw it to Nonoko, who was seated across us. I frowned at her.
"Ana, my bag?"
She shook her head. "No, Mikan." Then she got another bag out. "We need to get you changed now. Our destination's only 20 minutes away."
I looked at her, before looking down on my dress. It was a soft chiffon pale pink dress that ended right above my knees with a white ribbon tied in the waist. I frowned. What's so wrong about my dress?
I turned to look at my other manager, who was taking out her little pad and checking something out.
"Nonoko." I said and she looked up with raised brows. I cocked my head to the side. "Where exactly are we going? This dress looks fine."
She shook her head before she smiled. "Uh, it won't look fine in the place you're going to now."
Ana cut in. "Remember that new singing show, Stardom? Yeah, you were asked to be one of the 4 judges and mentors."
I looked at her like she was crazy. When I finally got my senses back, I raised a brow. "Did I agree to this?"
Nonoko nodded. "Yep. Last month."
When I heard her answer, I joined her in the smiling. For the first time, I was going to be a judge in a singing competition. I'm so happy!
I grabbed the bag from Ana and jumped for joy. "I can't believe this!"
"It's like she found out again." Nonoko commented. Ana nodded. I shook my head as I opened the back excitedly. And when I saw what was inside, my enthusiasm quickly became terror. I looked up at both of them.
"NO. WAY." I shook my head as I emphasized every word. No way. NOT THIS OUTFIT.
Nonoko sighed as she stood up and went to my other side. She grabbed my shoulders and held me down. "Uh… Yes."
Then Ana got the bag from my hands and started to take out the first piece of clothing: a black bra. She smiled wickedly. "Way."
"This is it, guys." Nonoko started as the studio of the show came into sight. Paparazzi were gathered around the entrance and I couldn't help but groan. Bad clothes and now, paparazzi. This was so turning out to be not my day.
Someone placed their hands on my shoulders and turned me. It was Ana, and she was smiling. "Okay, now Mikan, I know you hate the clothes we got out—"
"Hate? No, I loathe it. I look like a stripper!"
"—But the producer of the show asked us to dress you in a sexy way, to be different for a change. You always wear dresses."
"Because I like them!" I protested.
Ana opened her mouth to explain further, but then I was turned again. It was Nonoko, and she looked fierce. "Look, Mikan. 1st: This is for your career. SUCK. IT. UP. And 2nd: You do not look like a stripper. You look hot, for crying out loud!"
I sighed. "But!"
She turned towards the door as we pulled up on the driveway. "No more excuses, Sakura."
Then the door was open and we got out.
The second I went out, the camera's flashed like crazy. People were yelling, giving wolf whistles and whatnot. I immediately felt self-conscious. I hated this outfit.
I mean, it was cute. It was an outfit that composed of a white sheer top with a v-neckline that had black buttons in the front. The hem of the shirt was tucked under a black skinny frilly skirt that ended just under my butt. Connecting them together was a thick black leather belt, and on my feet were black Christian Louboutin stiletto boots with red soles. On my neck was a single-strand pearl necklace, and on my ears were ruby dangling earings. I had silver and black bangles on my right wrist and my hair was let down because it would be styled later by the stylist. The outfit itself wasn't exactly that bad, but the thing that bothered me the most was my chest.
Black bra + white sheer top = Clear boobs. And that was why I thought I looked like a hooker.
Even if I wanted to hide so bad, I held my head up high and made my way to the building. There, we were led to the dressing room where we would meet the hair and make-up stylists. Once the door was closed, I sat down on a chair and looked down on myself then Nonoko.
"I never even knew I had these clothes…"
"You didn't. I bought them. Now stop your complaining." She said before her phone rang. She quickly glanced at us before exiting the room. I took the chance to look at Ana, who was by the vanity in the room.
"Why is she so cranky today?"
She giggled. "She has hers, and it always hurts like crazy. She's just PMS-ing."
I giggled. If she's this cranky when she's PMS-ing, wait till she gets pregnant!
I sat back in my seat and was finally going to relax when all of a sudden, the door burst open, revealing a beautiful woman. She had short pink hair and light brown eyes.
"Good morning." I greeted as I stood up and sat down in the chair in front of the vanity. I looked at her through the mirror and smiled.
"Oh! How cute you look! I'm Akira." She exclaimed, playing with my hair. She played with it for quite some time before the door burst open again, revealing my personal make-up artist, Shiro, a 19 year-old redhead with an adorable face, and Nonoko. She narrowed her eyes as she caught sight of Akira playing with my hair.
"Akira! It's almost time to air! She has to be on the set in 5 minutes!" She shouted before her phone rang again. She turned and exited, but not before sending us a glare.
When the door slammed shut, Akira let out a breath while Shiro came to the vanity with a bewildered expression.
He placed his make-up kit on the vanity and opened it. Then he looked at me. "What's got her panty's in a twist?"
"PMS." Ana and I answered. Shiro nodded in understanding and Akira did the same. They then started with their work.
"2 Minutes to Live! Judges, please take your places in behind stage. Also, please do not forget the song you were told to perform later." A feminine voice spoke through the PA system and with a supportive hug from both my managers, I went up to backstage. Then I heard someone step somewhere in my right. I looked to him and found myself looking at brown eyes. It was a guy, about a year or two older than me, with sandy hair. I smiled and he smiled as well. He winked.
"Hello, Ms. Mikan Sakura. It's quite a pleasure to work with you... Again. The last time we saw each other was when we had that photo shoot together for that mag cover."
I smiled wider at the memory of his stiffness while modeling. "It's a pleasure to work with you, Koko. Let's hope you can move around better now." I winked.
He narrowed his eyes. "Watch it, Sakura."
I smiled.
Then the lights went out.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," I heard the host say. I grinned as I heard the crowd go wild. Koko placed his hand on my shoulder. He leaned down. "This is it. Excited?"
I nodded. "Oh yeah."
"Now, let's welcome our judges!" The host continued, and the crowd went wilder. His hand tightened on my shoulder.
"Kokoro Yome, Tsubasa Andou," Wait… what? Tsubasa-sempai is here?! Yes! How did I not know this?! Both men stepped onto the stage, waving at the crowd smiling.
"Next, our only lady and princess. Actress, model, director and singer extraordinaire, Mikan Sakura!" The host said next, and like what Koko and Tsubasa did, I stepped out, waving to the crowd, smiling.
The light was blinding, and the crowd was huge. I never really got to see this place lighted, and now that I do. WOW. It's great. I started to walk to the place beside Tsubasa and he, being the playboy he was, grabbed my hand and kissed it. I smiled at his greeting. He then tried to kiss me on the cheek but I evaded him. Instead, I blew a kiss to the crowd. They went wild.
"And last but not the least. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the lead vocalist of the band "D.T.Y.D.", Nastume Hyuuga!"
I stood frozen. Wait. Did I hear wrong? I leaned to Tsubasa. "Who's the last judge?"
He looked at me confused. I'm supposed to know this, I know. But I don't! I have to blame Ana and Nonoko later. Still, he answered me.
"It's Natsume Hyuuga."
Holy shit.
Then I felt a hand sneak its way around my waist. I looked up and met crimson orbs. I narrowed my eyes.
"You…"
"Well, hello to you too, Ex."
No. No. No. No. Holy shit. No.
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