Hello everyone! Wow, it's been quite a while since I've been on this website, much less written a fanfiction. But that is going to change! This is a little story idea that's been forming in my head. I don't mind if it's really good or not; I just need to get used to writing again. So, as I listen to some One Direction, I bring you this offering.
As always, I do not own Vocaloid. Please don't think I do.
Oliver gulped as the sheet music bent under the pressure of his nervous fingers. Oh, this wasn't going to go well at all—maybe he should just leave now! It's not like anyone but Miki knew he was here, and certainly she'd understand...
He turned on his heel and started making his way out of the audition room, a nervous smile on his face. He was slightly proud of himself for thinking of an ingenious excuse—he over slept this morning and he missed the auditions. So sad, he'd try again next time, et cetera. He nearly let out a chuckle as he turned in the corner. Instead, however, he let out a little scream. Miki, with her bright red hair and irritable expression, was standing there, almost as if she was waiting for him.
"Turn around and go back in there."
"I—I missed my audition—"
"You still have ten minutes before your audition even starts. Now go in there while mentally chanting the mantra I told you."
"Miki, really, I can't..."
"'I can do this. I love singing and singing loves me. I will get this spot.' Come on, say it."
Oliver let out a soft sigh. He knew there wasn't really a point in arguing with Miki; she was more stubborn than a mule. He muttered the mantra under his breath as he turned back around. Miki claimed to being deaf, so Oliver repeated it louder until she was satisfied. With a grin, she patted his back before nudging (pushing) him back into the choir room.
Back to square one. He sighed again. He'd been doing that a lot lately, ever since he mentioned that he might have wanted to try out this audition. This was a very prestigious choir at their school, and only the best got in. He did actually want to try out, but he was much to shy. If it wasn't for Miki, he wasn't sure he'd be able to work up enough courage to get lunch out of the cafeteria line.
He began to panic as his name was called. He couldn't feel his legs propelling himself forward, and could hear a faint buzzing sound in his head. He went to swallow just to find that his throat was dry. That was good. Definitely. He rolled his eyes at his inner sarcasm and took a small sip from his water bottle before glancing around the room. It was the director's office, and a music stand was set up in front of his desk. He set his music down on the stand, before pulling it downwards to adjust it to his height. He glanced over at the purple haired director, who was adjusting his glasses and glancing at his clipboard.
"Oliver Anderson, yes?" he asked.
"Yes," Oliver squeaked in response, feeling very small in this very large room.
Mr. Kamui nodded his head before motioning to the stand and clicking his tongue, signaling for Oliver to begin. Oliver glanced nervously down at the music, wiping his sweaty palms off on the sides of his uniform's pant legs. Okay. He could do this.
'I love singing and singing loves me.'
He held his head higher to mimic confidence and cleared his throat before pulling in a deep breath. He let out a good first note, which gave him the courage to keep singing. He sang his best, soon releasing himself into the music. This is where he belonged, singing like this. It was magical.
"So, how did it go?" Miki asked as they stood in line in the cafeteria afterward. Oliver was fiddling with his buttons of his uniform, but glanced up at her words. This was the first time she had brought it up since he had walked out of the audition room with a small smile on his face, and he could tell that it had been killing her. She had tried to ask nonchalantly, but her excitement shown through obviously.
"I think I did well," Oliver said, shrugging his shoulders lightly. "I think I might have gotten a part. I'll know by the end of this week. I'm sort of anxious about it."
"Don't be! You did amazing. You got a spot. I can feel it." She sent him a smile and patted his head softly. "Hey, when are you going to get taller than me? Aren't boys supposed to be taller~?"
"Don't say such mean things!" Oliver said in exasperation, a pout forming on his face. Seriously, so cruel!
"I'm just kidding, shortie. Anyway, you're next in line."
As soon as they made it back to their table, he saw his other two friends, Rin and Len, arguing once more. They did that a little too often for comfort. Miki said it was because they liked each other, but he didn't see how fighting meant that they did anything but hate each other. Oliver sat next to Rin and began lightly poking at his salad, having always been a picky eater. It seems the two were arguing over some girl. Again.
"You don't treat people like that, you idiot," Rin said as she stuffed a pear cube in her mouth. Len rolled his eyes at the insult, having gotten them so often.
"But I don't like her. I'm not about to accept her confession and pretend everything is okay."
"What about mercy? You know what that is, right? Use it! You're too harsh."
Len took a bite to keep from answering. Luckily Miki swooped in to save things and began telling them about Oliver's audition. While she spoke and praised him, Oliver could feel his cheeks growing warm. He stared down at the limp salad as Rin and Len both wished him luck, and soon the table grew into silence. The rest of the lunch period passed without much conversation, and the four parted ways to their last class periods.
"Are you coming over today? Mother's making her special caramel popcorn," Miki said as the two walked home together. Oliver shook his head softly, staring off at the houses in front of them.
"I'm feeling anxious and sick to my stomach. I'll have to come over some other time. Tell your mother to save some for me, please."
Miki nodded and the two walked in silence once more. Oliver waved goodbye at her before disappearing into his fenced yard, making his way to the front door and letting him in. He was hit with the smell of meatloaf, his favorite meal. He called hello to his father in the kitchen before going upstairs to his room, dropping his backpack onto the floor by his door.
Glancing around the clean room, his eyes caught on to one of the trophies on his shelf. Participation. He sighed. His father must have been in his room again. He always tried to get Oliver to display his lame trophies. He never actually ranked, so he hated putting them up. They just reminded him of his inadequacies.
He scooped the trophy into his hand and frowned. Oliver Andeson. They couldn't even spell his name right. He tossed it back into the box under his bed with the others before sitting down at his desk and glancing up at his favorite poster. His favorite singer, a man named Kaito, stared back down at him with a grin. He wanted to throw something at his face surprisingly.
"He probably never had to work at anything in his life. Stupid."
Oliver made another pouty face before laying his head onto his desk. Why couldn't he just win like everyone else seemed to do? He didn't like losing, and was determined that his audition would prove to everyone that he wasn't just a background singer, but a star instead. He just wanted a bit of recognition. Was that too much to ask for?