Disclaimer: I have no clue why in the world I still write this, after all, all of you people know that we authors are too poor too own any of the anime we write for/about…Therefore, I will say this only in the first chapter and will continue to do so and btw…it goes throughout the entire fic…I do not own Card Captor Sakura…. therefore you crazy folks out there may not sue me…. phhhhhbt! J

..::PRELUDE::..

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            Sakura was turning 23 in one week and she was dreading it…

            She sighed as she looked at the amount of papers on her desk. 'So this is what it's like to be a star! God! I wish I could get out of this!' She sighed inwardly as she glanced at the topmost paper she held in her hands.

            It read:

"Go to Tokyo and become a star! America, Korea, and Japan looking for a new pop sensation! Anyone interested please send in a demo, your stats, and make sure you know your own age…you must be at least 19 and younger than 27. Background checks will be made. Send everything to this address:"           

            Pop Station 14only!

            723582 Harami Boulevard

            Tokyo, Japan 7485-387

            Just then the pink, sakura-dusted phone beside her rang.

            "Moshi, moshi." Sakura greeted.

            "Sakura-chan!" Tomoyo's excited squeal answered Sakura's voice.

            "Tomoyo-chan! What's up and could you please try to calm down? My ears hurt like hell."

(Allow me to make clear one thing…While Sakura appears to be an international star, she is merely famous in Tomoeda as a teen group along with Rika and Chiharu. Tomoyo makes the costumes.)          

            "Gomen na sai! Sakura-chan! But honestly! Have you been watching the news lately?! There's a pop contest going on in Tokyo and you absolutely HAVE TO sign up for it! Onegai?!" Tomoyo's voice took a pleading note as Sakura winced.

            'Go figure. She *would* notice the article.'

            "If I say yes, what's in it for me? Other than  being your model, Tomoyo-chan…" Sakura asked dryly.

            "You can finally become the star you were meant to be. In other words, fame and fortune are yours to command! And most importantly, I will be able to tape you, Sakura-chan! Kawaii desu wa ne…" Tomoyo sighed as her eyes gained a starry luster that made her friends sweat and turn their heads.

            "…Ano…Tomoyo-chan…"

            "Hai, Sakura-chan?"

            "Never mind! *But* you owe me BIG TIME!!" Sakura finally growled. "You send in the demo, stats and all, considering you have *all* the tapes! AND if Touya gives me crap about this, I'm gonna nail the two of you!"

            "Don't worry Sakura-chan! Your brother will never hear about this from me! But, if he sees you on TV, then it's not my fault!

            "Oh, Tomoyo-chan!" Sakura gave up and burst into laugher.

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~*Elsewhere in America*~

            "Syaoran!" Eriol looked everywhere for his "cute little brother."

            "What do you want?!" Syaoran snapped a he looked up from the latest issue of Initial D. (only thing I could think of sadly…)

            "Is that the way to treat your older, oh-so-lovable brother, you infuriating sibling?"

            "Lovable? You want lovable? I'll show you lovable you ass-" Syaoran stopped as he saw Yelan walk in with a flyer in her hands.

            "Somebody's in trouble…" Eriol began to chant in a singsong voice.

            "Quite the contrary, Eriol. You see, Xiao Lang is going to Tokyo." Yelan smiled at Eriol.

            "NANI?! Why the hell do you want me to go to Tokyo?!" Syaoran was stupefied to say the least.

            "Simple. You are going to become a star."

            "Why?"

            "Because you have the best voice in the family and that's saying something." Eriol commented from the side.

            "Did I ask you?!" Syaoran yelled.

            "ENOUGH! You are going and that's that. Your brother will accompany you and  be happy it's not your sisters! And *NO* arguing!"

            "OKAY! Fine. Under one condition. No checking up on me 24/7, no spies watching me wherever I go and all the time…got it?!"

            Yelan sighed. Her youngest was always headstrong. "Fine. You got it."

            "On the Li name?"       

            "Yes, on the Li name."

~*A mere  two hours later…*~

            "BRO! Can you get the demo and stats sent in?! I still have to pack!" Syaoran yelled down at Eriol.

            "Oh my GOD! You act like a woman! But yes, I will send the stats and demo in!" Eriol smirked.

            "Xiao Lang. Relax. You're flight is leaving tomorrow morning! You still have time to pack." Yelan smiled at her youngest's frantic actions.

            "No, mother, that's the thing…I just *STARTED* packing!"

            Yelan face-faulted and said, "Eriol, as soon as your done, I want you to help him pack!"

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AN: all things in () are an's. but how do you think this fic is going? Review please! Have a good one! And blessed be!