So, this is yet another story, this time of Uta No Prince-Sama! I'm not exactly a big fan of harem-anime like these, but I liked the story behind. When you forget about the romantical drama, it's a realyl good anime. And it gives me a good laugh too.

Enjoy!

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Prologue

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A young girl gazed at the gigantic building standing before her in wonder. For many years, she had dreamed of this moment, of this opportunity.

And yet…

The teen let out an heavy sigh. No matter the foolish dreams, she wanted to be anywhere but here. If, younger, she would have been excited to join the famous music school, she was now older and knew better than anything that if she was there today, it wasn't because of her voice or choices. No, the decision had been made by her parents.

Now, now. Many would think that having your family backing you up on the whole prospect would be a great thing, right? However, the girl's parents weren't your usual. They didn't care about passion, or talent, or family. All they cared about was money and how much their next move would bring into their bank accounts.

Her father was Ritsukera Sazame. Brilliant businessman, head of the Ritsukera Talent Agency and with more studios than he could count, he was however centralized in Europe and America. Now trying to take over Asia as well, he found himself facing a wall, what with Shining and Raging Entertainments blocking the way. However, if the man was one thing, it was stubborn. Or obsessed, depending on how people saw it.

Her mother was Miranda Cruz, a famous French mannequin and actress. She spoke French, English, Japanese, Italian, Spanish and even some Portuguese. Travelling a lot around the world for shoots and movies, she was a beautiful woman, and knew it well. However, as charming and intelligent as she was, the lady was equal in arrogance and cold as the ice composing her heart.

And there she was, her, daughter of two celebrities: Arya. Living in France up until now, she had been taught well by her parents. She spoke French, English, and was well-forced to learn Japanese. She played drums and could play piano. She had etiquette lessons that she didn't care to attend, and learned how to take care of her appearance, not that she made any effort. She also was taught the importance of words, of silence and of time, for each meant, in one way or another, money.

Arya felt sick.

Her parents wouldn't have even blinked her way if it hadn't been for her error nine years ago. Desperate for some kind of attention, she threw herself in the musical business, eager for acknowledgement and craving the love she needed as a child.

What a sick twist of fate, she scoffed internally.

She made a mistake, that day, the biggest of her life that would later come and bite her in the ass. She showed them, nine years ago. She made the mistake of showing them that she had talent.

She wasn't anything to them, not even a person. All they saw was her voice and the money it'd bring them later on, the opportunities that would present themselves if they exploited said talent to it's maximum.

More, more, more! Always more! Never settle for what you have, for there always will be more to gain!

At first, it was a desperate plea for attention and tenderness. Then, her passion for music grew exponentially. She loved singing. She loved playing music. She loved writing too.

But soon, soon enough, this love burned out like a spark of fire under the rain. Her parents pushed and pulled and stretched the passion until nothing but disembodied strings were left. She was a puppet, a tool. She easily understood that.

Shaking her head, the want-to-be Idol started heading for her class. Now sixteen years old, Arya reached that time in life where questions popped in more frequently than answers.

She knew what she really wanted: She wanted to become an Idol. She wanted for the people to listen to her music and know that they aren't alone. She wanted everyone to find a friend in the notes just like she had before, and still did. She wanted to change the world for the better, at her pace and in her own way. She wanted to make them happy, to make them feel better, to touch their hearts and dry their tears.

In a way, she wanted to change her parents too, to make them see that there was more to life than money or expensive food or silk clothes or brand new cars.

However, her deepest fear had a stronger grip on her soul than her childish dreams. She was afraid to be alone, to have no one in the world to turn too. She wasn't a people-person, to be honest, always nervous when first meeting someone, but she feared loneliness more of all. So, she grasped to the last strands of their wonderful family, fearing that a day would come when they wouldn't need her anymore and would throw her away.

Sure, it hurt. However, she also knew something extremely important: they were all she had. Friends… she hadn't been lucky on that side of the story. When alone, she had music, of course, and she once had that person too. However, that person left five years sooner, leaving her trapped in her parent's web.

She couldn't bring herself to feel sad for herself, though.

No matter how she wanted to hate them, despise them, she couldn't find the will to move from her position. More of all things, she wanted to be with someone, to be useful to them and make them happy, even if it meant throwing her own smiles away.

And if I have to become a tool for my parents, then so be it, she smiled grimly, shifting her bag on her shoulder. They need me. That's all that matters.

Now, let's be clear about something: Arya wasn't unhappy. For all their coldness, her parents never laid an hand on her or came close to even slapping her. They merely settled for icy stares and scoffs when disappointed, and forced her to stay in her room for a few hours when angry. Not that they were nice either, that is. Her mother was the worst of the two, always badmouthing the daughter for her lack of skill, of intelligence, of grace, of beauty, of-of-of…

But Arya didn't care about that.

They need me, she repeated to herself like a mantra. That's all that matters.

She snapped out of her waltz down memory lane when she reached her classroom and, hesitation settling in dull resignation, she entered.

That's all that matters.

Her name was Ristukera Arya. She was a tool for her parents to make money. Now in the race to become a full-fledged Idol, the teen's passion was already dead and buried, and her dreams had already turned to ashes.

But she'd pull through. She didn't care how. If money was what her parents wanted, then money she'd bring them.

Simple as that.

So, her character might seem a little weird as of now but don't worry! All secrets and mysteries will clear up in the following chapters! It all makes sense, and I've already wraped up the first season too, if you really want to know. Oh, and she's not going to end up with any members of STARISH. She will have a friendship bond or a sibling-like bond, depending on which one it is.

The pairing has also been decided, but I won't say which it is for now.

If anyone has any question, I'll be glad to answer!

Also, please, no flames. I'll accept positive and constructive criticism, and even negative ones if they're not insulting, but I won't tolerate dowright bashing. My character might not be the best or somewhat Mary-Sue (I don't know, I don't believe she is but whatever), my writing might not be the best around and the story might just not be to your liking, but I can assure you that I'm doing my best. Also, English isn't my first language, so be gentle.

Reviews are love!