Hello everyone, thanks for checking out my story! Now before you expect something that is canon, let me just tell you that it's not canon at all. It may have some references to canon things, but this is purely a crack fic only. They are going to act really OOC. It's not meant to be taken seriously at all.

I apologize for any grammatical errors

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Dear Diary,

Today I had to get up super early to go to the recording studio. Apparently they had a new song for me to sing. The limo came to pick me up, but a swarming mass of fans got in its way. Probably more weebs. Eventually, they had to get twelve bodyguards to push the fans out of the way.

By that time we only had thirty minutes left, so the limo had to floor it. We ended up going 90 mph and almost ran over some people on the way there. Oh well.

When I stepped out of the limo, I almost threw up, which really put me in the mood to record a song. Then I noticed a slight problem. I was missing a mocha frappe.

"Um, where's my Starbucks?" I had asked the driver. "I thought I requested to have it by the time I arrived."

He just blushed and apologized. "I-I'm sorry miss, but it's too late for that."

"It's also too late to save your job." I snapped my fingers and two of my other workers escorted him away. That's how quick you go in this business if you can't keep up, especially if you're working for me.

I was then led to the recording studio. The producers were already there, and apparently they had been for some time. They glared at me when I walked in for some reason. "Why weren't you here earlier? Like, two hours earlier?" They had grumbled. "We sent someone to get you up hours ago."

"You can't rush beauty sleep," I said simply as I sipped my Starbucks. It was the truth. I won't get up before 10 am. It's just impossible. They should know this from last time.

The producers just mumbled something under their breath and motioned for me to go into the studio. I saw the most horrifying thing when I walked in: Kaito. Kaito eating ice, that is. It was dripping from his hair and his mouth.

"Hi!" He said, smiling. Bits of chocolate chips were stuck in between his teeth. It was so gross. Almost as gross as the last time he got a cold and had snot running down his face.

"Eww, what is this thing doing here?" I rolled my eyes. I hate getting paired up with that dork. He does the weirdest things and always hits on me. He might actually be cute if he had more than one brain cell.

"You guys are both going to be in the new song. Actually, Kaito's going to sing it, but you're going to be dancing with him in the new music video."

They lied to me and told me that I would be singing today just so that I would drag myself out of bed. They knew better than to tell me the truth. If they had told me that I was going to be working with Kaito then there's no way I would have showed up.

"Nope. Not happening." I threw my Starbucks on the floor and walked out, flipping my pigtails on the way out. It would have been over right then and there had it not been for that idiot. Of course he always has to butt in.

"Miku, wait up! Don't go!" Kaito had grabbed my wrist, stopping me. Conveniently it just had to be the hand that had sticky, dripping ice cream all over it. I was so close to slapping him, he got lucky for sure.

"Don't touch me!" I jerked my hand away but he wasn't done bugging me yet.

"Just think of how cool this song and video will be! You could really help me out!"

I put a hand on my hip. This guy really is an idiot. Me, do something for him just to be nice? No way. The only nice thing I've ever done for Kaito is tell him how tacky his clothes look.

"Okay, well just think of all the money you'll get! And your popularity will boost!" At this point I could tell the kid was getting desperate. His eyes were practically pleading. No joke.

"Fine, I'll do it. But for me only." Of course I was doing it for me. If it wasn't going to benefit me, then why should I do it? "What's the name of the song anyway? Probably something stupid, right?" No doubt it would be.

"It's Cantarella." Yep, it was stupid.

"Isn't that the name of a salad dressing?"

"No, that's Catalina." Dammit.

And that's how I got stuck working with the biggest idiot on the planet. I would write more, but it's getting late. The story doesn't end there, so I'll have to continue writing this tomorrow. It's time to get my beauty sleep on.

-Hatsune Miku

Wow that was a crazy chapter. Who knew Miku was such a diva!

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