Hello loveliesss :L New story, YAY!

This is inspired by two AWESOME songs.

They are Picture Perfect by Every Avenue and What's Beautiful By Everlife

Excellent songs people ;)

Time for the sum-sum, I mean, er, summary: She dreamed of being beautiful and slim like the other girls. She didn't want to be simple 'Mikan' anymore. The dream led her to becoming a famous model. He, an established photographer, was the first one to see through her perfect act and call her fake.

So, I hopee you like it. :]

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Perfect Acts

By EuPhoRia RoSe

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Act 01

No one is perfect... that's why pencils have erasers. ~Author Unknown

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I stared at my reflection peering at the dark rings that circled round my dull and lifeless mocha chocolate coloured eyes. They used to be so full of life but they had become drained over the years. I used to be the happiest girl you could ever meet. I would always smile even when I was sad. I didn't want people to realise I wasn't happy, I wanted to be known as someone who could always smile.

But that's a lie. Life is full of ups and downs. I've had so many. This cracked mirror is like my life. It used to be so beautiful, I remembered standing there watching the light hit it creating something that to my eyes, looked absolutely stunning. But now it's light has faded. All that's left is this broken state. So broken yet it still grasps on to it's beauty, like it's afraid that it would disappear.

I never used to be like this. I didn't care about such things. But I guess it was their comments that changed me. It was a year ago when it started. Ugly. That was the one single word that seeped in and out of my mind. I wasn't fussed about what I looked like before that. But at first, when it started, I tried to ignore it. But they wouldn't stop it. They wouldn't stop saying it. I started to believe in it.

I believed that if so many people were saying it then it must be true. When I realised this, I went straight back home staring blankly at the large mirror hanging on my bedroom wall. I tilted my head looking at my sweet honey coloured hair and the features of my porcelain face.

I would die to be called beautiful. But no one has ever said such a word to me. Never even uttered it. I thought that it would be best to take a deep breath and forget. I would close my eyes hoping that when I opened my eyes again I'd be someone better. Someone else. But nothing changed. I was just simple 'Mikan'. That irritated me. Being me wasn't enough. I wanted people to see me and gasp at my beauty.

I'm envious of those who are so perfect, they have no flaws. I clenched my fists. That girl in the mirror. I didn't want to be her anymore. I couldn't control my anger. The next thing I knew, the glass from the mirror shattered into little pieces as the reflection in the mirror became crooked. I looked away and promised myself then and there that I wouldn't go back to that. I'd change.

I did change. I hardly recognise myself anymore. I don't know who I am. But I guess that's ok. I don't hear any bad comments towards me anymore. But I thought this would make me happy. I thought that when I looked at this mirror again I'd smile. But I can't. It's like there is something wrong.

I don't feel satisfied. This isn't me. I shook my head, stupid thoughts. This was perfect. I'd be acknowledged as a beautiful girl. Soon people who called me that word will look at me with envy. I'll prove that there is something behind my imperfections.

I wonder now whether I made the right choice.

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"Mikan!" an excited voice came from behind her.

The girl turned around licking her cherry flavoured lips as she flashed a bright smile. That was one thing she was particularly good at, giving a bright smile at any given time. No one knew that it was actually fake. Not one.

It was her manager, Nonoko, that had called Mikan. They were both the same age but Nonoko was already a fantastic manager. She had been a singer for a few years but when she finished her career she went straight to managing any kind of stars. It didn't matter whether they were singers, models or anything of the like. She loved to see people reach to the top. That's how she was with Mikan. She had a very cheerful look on her face like something major huge had happened. And of course it had. She couldn't wait to tell Mikan.

"You've been requested to audition for Alice model agency, Mikan!" she squealed.

Mikan's eyes widened. Alice? Alice was a huge model agency in Japan. If you were signed to that agency you would be sure to be extremely famous. But there was always a problem. Their photographer.

According to rumors, he was very harsh with auditionees. He would only pass the ones he actually prefered himself. He was specific with the models he wanted to choose. But it didn't matter about that photographer.

Every audition Mikan had gone to she passed with flying colours. Of course she would pass this one too. But still it was such a shock that they had even requested her. She had to calm down and take it all in.

"Wow. I can't believe it," She was still stunned.

Nonoko laughed patting her on the back, "Well, believe it. You're so lucky. You get to meet that gorgeous photographer!"

Yes, that was another rumor too and a very popular one. She had never seen this so-called gorgeous photographer in person not even one photo of him. But Mikan had read about him in a magazine before. That was before she ever became a model at all.

Back then.

Nonoko waved a hand in front of her face as she came out of her dreaming state. Mikan smiled at her trying to get that uneasy feeling to disappear. She was beginning to remember again. She thought she had made sure that she would keep those hateful feelings buried deep inside of her. But somehow she couldn't help but remember that time.

"Mikan. Look, you have to be at your best in this audition and if you get accepted..." Nonoko paused, "Well, let's just say I'll be extremely happy."

Of course she would be. She'd probably hug Mikan to death, literally. It would be a fun and sort of dangerous experience. She swept her hair away from her face as she waited for Nonoko to calm down. If Mikan were picked she would definitely go crazy. No one from the small agency that we are currently in have ever signed a contract with Alice. It was lucky enough that they were even accepted. She was as happy as Nonoko was. But she kept her cool better than Nonoko did.

"So when is it?" Mikan asked.

"Tomorrow, eight o'clock sharp."

She gaped. She meant eight in the morning? God that would be very interesting indeed. How was Mikan ever going to wake up? Let's just say that she wasn't really a morning person. She had never been one in her whole life. But she would have to be tomorrow. What a bother. Mikan sighed as Nonoko's phone started to ring.

"Oh, I've got to go Mikan. See you tomorrow," she waved her hand as she walked away in a hurried pace.

Mikan watched her go as she yawned. She was still tired. She was thinking of going back home and getting a little rest as she made her way out of their agency, Dearest Doll . It was a beautiful day today. Probably the best in a while. The sun was out and shining down on her sweet honey hair as it gleamed. It wasn't cold but there was a slight breeze that swept past her, making her feel refreshed. Then she had the craving. The craving she always had after work.

She was practically dying for coffee.

You could say that she was a little addicted to the stuff. But it was delicious. She loved it so much that everytime after work she would go to the same cafe. There was also the same handsome waiter who came to her table. That could be her reason to how she was so addicted to it. She turned a corner as she walked into the cafe and ordered a cappucino. Mikan gave the man at the counter the money as she looked around for the handsome waiter.

Usually, after drinking one coffee, she would either have another or have some cake. The waiter would always come and ask her with a pleasant smile on his face what she wanted. Mikan really wished to say something like 'you'. But even the thought of it would bring a blush to her cheeks. Although, the waiter didn't seem to be here today. Damn. Instead the waiter was some ugly guy. Why is life so unfair? Couldn't they bless Mikan with a gorgeous man. Yeah right. Like she was going to turn around and there would be someone stunning, maybe even 'the one', behind her. In your dreams, Mikan.

She turned around as she bumped straight into someone as the coffee in her hand slipped and fell over the person in front of her. Mikan gasped, feeling like a proper idiot. She could have burnt him! She could have done something horrible. He wiped the coffee off him as she tried to look anywhere but him.

"Aren't you going to apologise?" he asked, an annoyed tone to his voice.

Mikan was going to do it anyway but the way he had said that to her pissed her off. He was treating her like she was not on the same level as him. Well, technically speaking she wasn't. But that is not what she meant. Mikan finally summoned up the courage to look at this rude guy in the eye with all her fury.

That's when she realised that this guy was actually the most attractive person she had ever met. He had amazing raven hair. She couldn't believe that actually for an instant she was envious of him. A man. A man she just met and spilt coffee on may I add. But his eyes caught her attention the most. They were a beautiful crimson colour. Mikan couldn't help but stare at him.

"Stop staring, freak."

She blinked. That was it. No one could treat her like that and get away with it. Who did he think he was? He might look like a cassanova but he has no right to act like one. She clenched her hands and glared at him, the words she wanted to say buzzing around in her head. But she couldn't seem to utter a word to him.

Maybe it was because she was so stunned at this man that he had made her speechless. This thought irritated Mikan greatly. She wouldn't just let him act all high and mighty. If she had another cup of coffee she'd spill it over him again. He was acting so arrogant and cocky. She hated that type of person the most. He took off his jumper that had the spilt coffee over it as he placed it on Mikan's head.

"There. Keep it. Like I want it now," he snorted as he pushed past her.

She had an urge to throw the jumper right back at his face. If her best friend, Hotaru, hadn't come in at that moment, she probably would have gone ahead and done it. She stuffed the jumper into the bag she carried without thinking. But when she saw those violet eyes she turned around and hugged her friend so tightly that to any passer by it would look like she was trying to strangle her.

Hotaru rolled her eyes as she pulled something out and shot it at Mikan. To Hotaru and anybody who knew Hotaru, this was the so-called Baka Gun. It was famous for shooting idiots. Like Mikan, for example. Mikan pouted feeling the throbbing sensation that came from her forehead.

"Hotaru!" she complained

Hotaru walked past her as she went to the counter to buy herself a simple lemonade. She walked to a table and sat down starting to sip her drink her eyes placed on Mikan. The brunette, already in a bad mood from the atrocious behaviour of the boy she had met earlier, sat down in a sulk.

She loved her best friend a lot. She was the only one she could ever be her true self too. She had know her through the hard times when her self confidence had been so dangerously low. Hotaru could definitely seem cold at times, but underneath that exterior, she was the most best friend Mikan could ever hand. Call it tough love or whatever. Mikan knew that no one could replace her.

"Mikan, that guy is looking at you," she stated her eyes narrowing.

Mikan turned around as soon as Hotaru had said that abruptly. Her eyes met with the crimson eyed lad as his expression turned sour. What was his problem? She had only just met him and he was looking at her like that. She stuck her tongue out at him. That certainly caught his attention.

"He looks kind of familiar," Hotaru's expression became thoughtful.

Mikan's head zapped back around to face Hotaru with a bewildered expression. Did Hotaru know that person? How could he be familiar at all? She finished her cappucino as she stood up to put her empty paper cup in the bin. But unfortunately, the bin was right near him. She made her way slowly giving the boy occasional glares. He raised his eyebrow looking at her up and down. She threw the cup in the bin trying to keep back the feeling of wanting to scream in the stranger's face. But for Mikan it was futile. She turned around her hands on her hips.

"What!" she demanded.

He didn't say anything instead he shrugged a tiny sign of a smirk playing on his lips. Speaking of which didn't she know someone that was described of having crimson eyes and dark raven hair. No, it was only her imagination. She did not know anything about this rude guy. She tapped her foot impatient as he continued to torment her with ongoing silence. He opened his mouth finally deciding to speak after at least a good 5 minutes.

"Polka."

She stared at him with confusion trying to work out what he was talking about. But before she could ask him this Hotaru grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the cafe. Mikan was about to question why Hotaru had dragged her out in such a hurry but she never got the chance to say it.

"Pull your skirt down Mikan," Hotaru insisted.

Mikan's eyes began to widen as a blush appeared on her cheeks. She pulled her skirt and swore that if she ever met that pervert, cocky, arrogant man again she would sure kill him before he could speak another word.

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Act 01- end

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