HI! I'm so glad that you found my little story! ^-^
Well this is my first story so go easy on me, ok!? reviews will always be appreciated, but if you don't like the story keep it to yourself alright.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Skip Beat, Yoshiki Nakamura does. I only own Nic and anything or anyone you don't recognise.
I also apologize for my bad spelling and grammar, English is not my first language. Now on with the story! ^-^
Nic, a normal, 17 year old girl sat on a chair in a room filled with people. On the left side of her green shirt sat a number batch with the number 67 on it. It was her number. The number she waited for to be called. The number that would give her a chance to do what she always dreamed of. She wasn't scared or nervous. She had waited for this chance and she knew she would do her best. But there were exactly 33 people in the room who all dreamed of the same thing. So if her best wasn't good enough she would be one of those whose dreams will be shattered today.
"Number 67. Please come up."
Nic rose from her chair and followed the man. They came to a big stage with a microphone on. Before the stage sat five people, all with papers before them so that they could take notes of what she did wrong and what she did well.
"Number 67, Kojica Nic," Nic started. "Preforming 'Nobody's home' with Avril Lavigne," she continue.
"Please begin," said the funny dressed man in the middle. Nic thought he looked a little weird but she doesn't really care. Everyone is a little crazy in show biz aren't they? So she starts to sing instead.
'I couldn't tell you
why she felt that way.
She felt it every day.'
'And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make,
the same mistakes again.'
'What's wrong, what's wrong now?
To many, to many problems.'
'Don't know where she belongs,
where she belongs.'
'She wants to go home,
but nobody's home.
It's where she lies,
broken inside.'
'With no place to go,
no place to go,
to dry her eyes.
Broken inside'
'Open your eyes,
and look outside,
find the reason why.'
'You've been rejected,
and now you can't find,
what you left behind.'
'Be strong, be strong now.
To many, to many problems.'
'Don't know where she belongs,
where she belongs.'
'She wants to go home,
but nobody's home.
It's where she lies,
broken inside.'
'With no place to go,
no place to go,
to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.'
'Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.'
'She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
Yeah, oh!'
'She wants to go home,
but nobody's home.
It's where she lies,
broken inside.'
'With no place to go,
no place to go,
to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.'
'She's lost inside,
lost inside…
oh oh.'
'She's lost inside,
lost inside…
oh oh… oh.'
Nic finished her song and looked at the judges. Most of the men seemed impressed with made Nic smile widely. But she couldn't read the expression of the man in the middle, who also was the president of LME.
"Thank you for your performance," the president said. Nic bowed a little to the judges before she walked of the stage and into the little room where all the people who had already sung was. Now she could only wait again. Wait for them to decide if she had it or not.
One hour later a man came into the room. He read up five numbers. Number 67 was one of those numbers so Nic and four others followed the man out from the room. Five people stood once again at the stage.
"First congratulations for passing the first step," the president told them. Although he was dressed like he was some sort of prince or should attend a masquerade, he wore a serious face expression.
"To start of the next step. Please tell us about your shelf. Start with number 16, then 28, until 67," he continue.
"My name is Tagami Yuura," the girl with number 16 started. "I'm 19 and live with my family in a green house. My hobbies are dancing, cooking and of course singing," she added.
"Next is me then. I'm Kuchimura Nana. 21 years old, lives alone and working in a food store. My hobbies are singing and gardening."
"Okay, I'm Takahashi Ruyota and it seems I'm the only male in this group. Well, I'm also 19, living with my girlfriend. Hobbies are singing, running and cooking."
"Eh, um… I'm Shota Ai, 18 years old. Living with my parents. My hobbies are singing, shopping and hang out with my friends."
"Then I'm last. The name is Kojica Nic, 17 years old. Living alone and working in a small café. Hobbies are drawing and reading," Nic finished.
"Thank you all for that. Now then, Kojica-san you were the only one who didn't say that singing was one of your hobbies," the president said.
"It isn't," Nic simply said to him.
"Oh!? It isn't?" he said slightly surprised.
"No, it's my life. Something I can't live without."
"Thank you all once again. Please go back, a winner will be chosen soon."
The five singers all walked back to the room to wait for the final decision.
20 minutes later they all once again stood at the stage.
"Thank you for your patience," the president said. "As you know only one will be given a chance today. You all have been wonderful and we really see that you have talent. But only the one we have chosen have the real determination to make it in show biz. And that one is… Kojica Nic. We also want to thank you for participate and wish you good luck in the future," he continues.
The four other singers looked a little sad as they walked out leaving Nic with alone on the stage. Nic smiled when the president once again began to speak.
"I am impressed by you. You sing really well, you're confident in yourself and what you do. But I am a little curios, why did you choose an English song to sing?"
"I'm born in USA because my dad is from there. But I then moved to Japan because my mother was born here and she wanted us to come here. But I'm still more comfortable with English songs, so I sing them most."
"I see. Well please come to my office tomorrow afternoon at three. And bring your parents."
with that said the president of LME rose from his chair and walked out of the room. Leaving Nic stunned and unable to say anything to him.