Hi there! Now let's start this fan fiction with a few pleasantries. My name is Bi Polarbear and this is my second fan fic. My first was Surprise, Surprise—a Teen Titans fan fiction. Any way, I just want to start off by warning you readers that I update pretty slowly because I type kind of slowly so if you want to continue reading this fan fiction, know that you will be waiting for an update probably once every week. Great, now that that's out of the way, I'll let you read! Enjoy!

Bold: yelling or pointing out

Italic: writing, sarcasm, or talking on phone

"Blah, blah": talking

'La, la': thinking

Summary: Kagome is an aspiring new singer going to Nolaroid School for The Performing Arts—a college based on the arts and your talents. However, with all the competition, a new, innovative, and aggressive choir director, and a lot of sea weed-cucumber sandwiches, Kagome's not sure if she has what it takes to rise to the top. How can this new chorus leader help with her self esteem issues? And what's with all the sea weed? Find out in The Choir!

The Choir

By: Bi PolarBear

Prologue: Insurmountable Humiliation

"Listen, I could care less what you have to say! I want you here and I want you here now! No excuses, got it!" shouted the person on the phone in a very agitated way. The poor boy with the cell phone rolled his tawny eyes and glared at a very nosey passer by at Central Station.

"Listen Mrs. Eze, I have a very good reason for why I'm not there right now and once I think of it, I'll be sure to let you know," InuYasha sighed as his supervisor began to bellow another one of her long and drawn out lectures on the importance of "being on time". The young adult looked up at the October sky, (obviously not listening to his employer), his guitar case at his side swing slightly in the breeze. He wondered how he was going to get out of this one, seeing that if he lost this job his long time friend Miroku just might not be there to bail him out a second time. InuYasha sighed once again as his thoughts drifted to his 'best friend'. Miroku Hiroshi was the reason he was in his little predicament; after all, if his friend hadn't left him with all the work at the shop last night he probably would've been on time for this job, one of many.

"…this is precisely why you young people today are out on the streets, being in gangs and getting pregnant and such! You are a fine young man, InuYasha, but you don't have your priorities straight and I'm afraid that this has happened one too many times. I'm going to have to let you go." InuYasha's eyes widened a fraction. Let the kissing up begin.

"Aw… c'mon Mrs. E! You can't fire me! I need this job; it's the one that pays the best!"

"Well you should have thought about that before going off and partying last night!"

"But I wasn't even—"

"No 'buts', good-bye InuYasha." Click. InuYasha glared at the phone he was still holding that now read 'End Call'. The man threw his receiver as he let out a string of curses, scaring away all the pigeons as his cell hit the ground.

"I am going to slaughter Miroku next time he comes my way," InuYasha mumbled. Just then he heard a great commotion coming straight ahead from his current location at the bus station.

"…And stay out you trifling lecher!" InuYasha heard, and not five seconds after the scream, said trifling lecher came bounding down the street…with no pants. InuYasha was in shock but woke up, just in time to grabbed the pants-less pervert as he came bulldozing toward him.

"Hold it bouzo (A/N: sp?), I got a bone to pick with you!" InuYasha grabbed Miroku's shirt collar, and pinned him to the nearby brick wall. The Inu hanyou snarled at his best friend's pain stricken face; InuYasha's clawed hand had grabbed the ex-monk's thin neck.

"InuYasha, it is okay if you're lonely! We'll find you a girl friend; trust me, I know all the best pick up lines." Miroku had a knack for saying the right things at the wrong time. In truth, if you had just so happened to walk down the street that the two men were on, it would look quite…suggestive.

"Listen bouzo, you're in no position to make jokes right about now! I could kill you just that easily." InuYasha glared at Miroku's pale face as the black-haired man quickly thought of something to say.

"Please, my friend, tell me what ails you."

"You ail me! You made me lose my job!" Miroku blinked in a confused fashion.

"I'm certain that I don't have any clue what you're talking about."

InuYasha struggled to rein in his temper so he could talk like a normal person. "Remember how you left me last night to go flirt with some girl that had no sexual interest in you whatsoever? You knew that we still had to fix Masamoto's bike's engine! That took me all night and all of this morning! And now Eze fires me because I couldn't get there on time."

"Come now my friend. I'm sure that you could get a new job soon." Finally coming to the conclusion that strangling Miroku to death would help no one, InuYasha dropped the bouzo.

"You know how long it takes to get another job? Do you know how long it took to get that job! Work doesn't grow on trees ya' know!"

"Actually… you could be a landscaper and—"

"Shut up!" InuYasha yelled before promptly punching the man across the face irately. The hanyou glared one last time at his friend before storming away in a bratty-girl-doesn't-get-her-way type matter

"Kagome… Kagome… KAGOME! WAKE UP! You're going to be late for your next class!" Sango shouted in a desperate, yet futile, attempt at waking up her apartment buddy.

"…" Silence was her reply. Storming up the stairs, Sango all but kicked the door down to get into the room.

"Okay—that's enough! I've been screaming at you for over twenty minutes now so you need to get up and get down to that school of yours before you get expelled for chronic tardiness." Practically ripping up the navy blue bed sheets to get to the lump that was buried deep within its confines, Sango pulled her coma induced friend into a sitting position.

"Five more minutes Papi…" Kagome mumbled sleepily. Sango just looked at her with an odd expression.

"In five more minutes you'll be late so… get up already." The lethargic girl slowly got to her feet before stretching to get out all the creaks in her body out that sleeping in a fetal position had caused.

"C'mon let's go!" Sango pushed Kagome through the door and into the bathroom before saying, "You'll thank me later." and promptly slamming the restroom door.

Kagome glared at the closed entrance before screaming, "Yeah well it's not later yet so, for right now, I'm pissed at you!" Moodily turning around, Kagome made her way to the pink sink to rest her forehead on the cool mirror's surface. Staring at her reflection, Kagome cringed. She looked like crap; the crows nest on top of her head that she called hair looked like it was alive, she had lines on the side of her face from where she had slept, and her blood shot eyes looked cross eyed. Striping off her clothes and hoping into the shower, Kagome concentrated on the smells of the delicious breakfast that Sango was making.

"So, the beast finally awakes," Sango joked. Kagome glared at her but couldn't resist letting a small smile grace her features. Kagome wasn't really morning person.

"What's for breakfast?"

"Omelets and rice. Want some orange juice?" When Kagome nodded and Sango had passed her the jug of juice, the brown haired girl decided that it was time to make her announcement. "Hey, guess what?" Kagome lifted her egg stuffed face to look at Sango while she spoke. "I got a job at a work shop!"

The black haired girl twisted her face into what Sango guessed was a smile before she swallowed the impossible lump of food. "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you, Sango!" Kagome grinned with a twinkle in her eye.

"I start today so I'm not going to be able to drop you off at school. Here's my bus pass." Sango handed the other girl a laminated card before quickly pushing her chair back, standing up, and pulling her coat on. "Sorry that this is so late notice but I really have to get to work. Can't be late on my first day, now can I?"

Before Sango was fully out of the door Kagome shouted after her, "Don't forget that today's my recital! If you miss it I'll hate you forever!" Sango shouted back a reply and then all was quiet. Kagome looked at the window that was nearest to the kitchen table and watched as cars on the freeway passed by her apartment building. The hum of the vehicles on the pavement and the smell of car exhaust, scented candles, and cooking fish permeated the air of were Kagome was. The sounds and smells of home put her in a temporary trance, like a magic spell.

"I guess it'll be a lot quieter with Sango working now," whispered Kagome, as if she were afraid that speaking to loudly would break the magic bond that had suddenly bestowed itself on her. Swiftly and quietly, Kagome slipped her shoes on and was out of the door before she could get caught up in her thoughts once more.

Kagome sprinted down a hallway of Nolaroid College before taking a proverbial left down a proverbial corridor and straight into a freaking proverbial door. "I don't care how you do it but if you want me to continue working for this school then I expect a raise!" shouted a bustling woman of about forty years who had opened the door. The younger girl's head was spinning and for a moment she thought that she would regurgitate her breakfast before she grabbed her skull to steady her double vision. When her brain began to function correctly again and she could not only feel her hand in front of her face but she could also see it, Kagome looked up into the angry eyes of her obese choir teacher, Mrs. Hiroshima.

"What is a child like you doing here, not in your course group! Get to class!" the large woman squawked. Kagome jumped to her feet and began to dash down the hallway at a break neck pace again, eager to put as much distance between her and an angry Mrs. Hiroshima.

"So you say that they were talking about Mrs. Hiroshima getting a raise?" inquired Kouga Yashima a.k.a the coolest boy in their class. His charm didn't have any effect on Kagome so they were just friends.

"Yeah, but I don't know who she was talking to though—"

"Well she was obviously talking to the Dean, duh! Who else would she be talking to about raising her pay!" Kouga raised one of his thick dark eyebrows at Kagome. "Are you okay? You seem kind of out of it."

The dark haired girl smiled a warm smile and replied, "It's not that I'm out of it it's just… Sango got a new job and now I'm afraid that we won't have enough time to just hang out, you know?"

Kouga nodded his head but couldn't reply because at that moment Mrs. Hiroshima came bursting through the double doors.

"Open your text to page twenty five," she growled before she took her seat at the piano. "Begin!"

Over thirty voices filled the large auditorium with the song "Falling Star". Kouga looked towards Kagome, one of the soloists of this song, and watched as she took center stage. The young woman had a stunning voice but the dark haired girl wasn't very confident. Kouga stopped day dreaming long enough to realize that his part was about to come up and he quickly took his place at Kagome's side. As he sang, Kouga thought of the beginnings of a plan to get Kagome to break out of her shell and be the star he knew she was.

"InuYasha!" Miroku bellowed as he saw the beginnings of a fire in his work shop. "What did I tell you!"

"Hold your horses already Bouzo, I'm coming." InuYasha stomped down the stairs and got to the highly combustible car just in time to put out the fire. "I don't know why you're freaking out. This happens millions of times."

"Yeah but today is the day that the hot girl I hired recently shows up." Miroku rubbed his hands together in a suggestive way and wiggled his eyebrows, just as Sango walked into the garage.

"Hey, it's me again," Sango piped. Miroku spun around and smiled genuinely before taking her hands into his.

"Ah… my new worker. Introductions are in order I presume." Turning to InuYasha Miroku said, "This is InuYasha. InuYasha, Sango and visa versa. He's the head mechanic here at the shop and for right now, you'll be his assistant." As Sango walked over to the man with the bandana, her hand out to shake his, Miroku took a quick once over at her back side and smirked accordingly.

"Ah Sango, I think that you'll fit right into this little set up." Miroku beamed at her, all the while having dirty thoughts course through his head.

"You go on in five… four…three… two…" The stage director whispered to the gang of college students. Kagome shivered slightly out of anticipation and slightly out of anxiety.

The girl could feel everyone around her; they were so tightly packed. All together they moved as a pack onto the stage and all together they began to sing as a group. Apprehension filled Kagome's senses as all too quickly her part came up. When the students parted to make way for her to get down to center stage, Kagome could feel and hear the blood pumping into her ears and could basically see her face becoming beet red. Almost at once, she spotted Sango and tried to act like the other hundred or so of people weren't there. She had sung to Sango so many times, it was no thing if the brown haired girl heard her but… everyone else…

Kagome raised the microphone to her face and opened her mouth to sing but nothing came out. The young girl began to hyperventilate at the thought of her never being able to sing or talk again. All of the bright lights began to swim in front of her eyes and for a moment Kagome lost which way was up and which was down. Faintly she could hear the sounds of the audience getting restless and the silent urges of her peers for her to sing but when she tried again, sound just refused to come out. It was as if a clasp had been placed over her vocal cords and she couldn't get it off. Finally, Kagome tried one last time and this time something came out… but it wasn't sound. The black haired girl threw up the contents of her stomach all over the stage in front of everyone and right after she did it, it was as if a muffler had suddenly been yanked off of her ears. Sound flooded into her head and the last things Kagome remembered hearing were screams of outrage and the sounds of her own failure before she blacked out completely.

So what did you think? If it sucks, please tell me why you think so and ways that I could make it better. I can't promise that I'll make all the changes that you want but I will consider them. Don't forget to read and review ya'll! Please and thank you in advance!

Ja ne!

Bi Polarbear