Prologue: The First Sketch
A/n and dis: I don't own Pretty Rhythm, Takara Tomy does. I own my OCs, my plot and my many, many failures. I'll take all constructive criticism you'll give me, but keep flaming to a minimum as I don't own a fire extinguisher. This story is entirely AU so all the canon characters are OoC. MARs is 20, Callings is 20-21. It's set in the present.
-~-6 years ago-~-
"What do you mean not good enough?" asked a young redhead.
"You heard me. These sketches are terrible," said a tall man with cold black eyes.
"But I poured my heart into those designs…why aren't they good enough?" asked the girl.
"Harune Aira-san. The youngest person we've ever hired. You have some talent but you aren't up to our standards," said the man.
"But Seiji-san…" said Aira sadly
"Out. Now," said Seiji, "And don't bother coming back."
The girl flinched but left quietly, her head hung in shame.
After the girl had left Seiji began to laugh loudly, "These are the best designs I've seen since in years! We'll make a fortune off of them!"
Aira froze outside the doors and collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face. She quickly wiped her eyes and stood before walking away, resolving never to trust her designs to anyone again.
