Forgotten, it is something no one wants to be but it is inevitable now. We all had our time of happiness and fame but now I am only one thing... forgotten.
I stare at the new arrivals as they keep being released by their respective company, they all have interesting details and unique atributes, I would have never guessed in all my years in the business that we would have fairies, angels a monster and even an elf. Well, I shouldn't judge since that is afterall what makes them most appealing to the audience and the crowd. Not like me, a old useless voice which has nothing to do but be ignored and critizised for not being the same as them, with a cute voice and no avatar, afterall who wants to see a plain old photo in a box ?Exactly no one.
Though not always it was like this, before the others I was actually apraised for my capabilities, being one of the first five to make a name to this world wide phenomenon called VOCALOID. I enjoyed every bit of it with my comrades, even though it was hard to communicate with two of them we still found a way to do so and have fun at the same time, who would've guessed singing in foreign languages was actually something I was capable of, go figure. It was all fun until we we were forgotten, the two foreign ones managed to continue strong but us three, the english ones, couldn't keep up and eventually gave up, as we we were replaced with better and cuter singers and which is why we have been forgotten.
Plenty of songs I sang, plenty of melodies my Master performed with me, plenty of love I did receive at one point, but now it seems they had plenty of me.
So that's why as I look up from inside this computer I call my home, at the screen which shows my dreadful end I only beg of you one thing. Please... don't let me be forgotten.
