Okay, please don't kill me, but in order for this fic to work, Ryeowook can't be in Super Junior. I KNOW!! I love him too (oh baby do I), but, for the sake of this fic to kick off, we need him to be like, I dunno, an opera singer or something?
The fic starts in 2005, the main character is 17. Ages are different, Leeteuk, Hankyung, Heechul are younger. I'm making Hankyung 19 at the start of the fic, Leeteuk (21), and Heechul (20).
The girl's name is Vivien Fujioka, a girl half Japanese, half Irish. let's roll!

Name: Vivien Fujioka (Ruiko Conall)
Age: 17 (2005) presently she'd be 21
Birthday: 16 February, 1988
Height: 165cm (5'5")
Weight: 54 kg (118.8 lbs)
Birthplace: Isahaya, Nagasaki, Kyūshū, Japan (supposedly Mudanjiang's sister city...)
Hand: Left
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black/Red

With: SM Entertainment, Seoul Philharmonic Orchestra, Tokyo Philharmonic, SM Town, Super Junior, Super Junior M
Role in Super Junior: 1 of 4 main singers, 1 of 4 main dancers
Speciality: Violin, Singing, Japanese traditional dance (Bon Odori, Nihon Buyo, Suzume Odori) Calusari, Ballet, breakdance, Languages (Cantonese, Chinese, English, Gaelic, German, Italian, Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese, Thai)
Education: Undergraduate from University of Tokyo (Orchestra, Woodwind Pedagogue, Strings), Waseda University (Western Languages, Eastern Asian Languages and Culture), Chizei Gakuin High School

Oh hai kids! First chapter of Sapphire Blue is up!

Ta-da! Read, damnit.
The piece focuses on the accents rather than the time signatures, thus the tempo might seem to vary even though it doesn't, however the precision in every measure remains constant. This contemporary Mexican music literature expresses and reflects on a typical Cuban dance style called Danzón. The Danzón has its origins in Cuba but is a very important part of the folklore of the state of Veracruz, where Arturo Márquez got his inspiration while visiting a ballroom.
Typically, danzones are in rondo form, with a recurring refrain separated by verses, and feature instrumental solos. Copland, in describing his work, especially noted the tendency of this dance to begin with very formal and restrained motion, with elegant, calm melodies. But there is an underlying sensuality to the music and the dance, which comes to the fore later as the rhythm asserts itself.

The basic rhythms are Afro-Cuban, with much use of the dichotomy between triplet and duple rhythm, and even with quintuplet rhythms. Since this dance form developed, the African influences have become stronger.

The danzón became popular in Mexico almost as soon as it developed in Cuba. The hometown of the Mexican danzón is the port city of Veracruz on the Gulf of Mexico, the country's traditional gateway to Cuba. The famous dance salons of Mexico City picked it up, and danzón bands became popular. It is not too much an exaggeration to find the danzón the northern Latin American analogy to the southern countries' tango, as both are distinctive urban dances with a nostalgic, even sad, melodies and a smoldering sensuality.

12th June, 2005

The passing cars splashed cold waves of muddy waves of muddy water on the lower part of my jeans. Blotches of cold sensations coursed up my legs and I'm shivering.
Blast. I look more like a hobo than ever.
It's 5:33 PM and I'm crossing one of the busiest streets in Seoul, South Korea to SM Entertainment building, the empire of all music in the Pan-Asia scene. This isn't the first time I've been here; I've been climbing my way up as an SM Trainee. I didn't really have to be one though, but as a member of the Seoul Philharmonic Orchestra and the Tokyo Philharmonic Orchestra, I have to do something that counteracts with the seasonal schedule I have with the symphonies. I'm the only person on there without a side project. Most have recording labels, teaching jobs, solo tours. I just wander the world, twiddling my thumbs.
I've got to do something.
I didn't really think I'd make it this far. Yes, I'm adept at dance and singing, but where my skill lies is with the violin. I can play anything blindfolded and make Arturo Màrquez sob with joy. I'm signing into a pop group. I wasn't trained to do this. Because of my schedule, I couldn't directly audition in front of judges, but more or less send tapes of me singing and dancing wherever I am in the world, and would compete in international competitions. A stupid gamble, I know, but hey, I kept winning. The only time I've really been on TV in South Korea (I'm on tons of channels around the world, but you just don't know it's me) was an episode of Star King, where SM Entertainment spotted me. I danced around, playing my violin and switching to flute and clarinet, and finally sang. I won at the end, but got nothing except a phone call for more auditions with the judges. I've been auditioning for almost a year and a half, and this time I think I'll be joining a group of girls. Or something. They tell me nothing.
I hurried across the street, my violin case slapping my back and my jeans sticking to me. Making it to SM Studios (I don't know what it's called; I don't live in Korea), a seventy-story building built of glass, I stop and stare.
Oh man. I'm not going to do so well.
I walk in and head towards the information desk. A young lady in her twenties (or forties, Asians age slowly. Lucky) sees my state and comes to attention. She knows me though, and takes the weather for account.
"Raining heavily, isn't it?" Her Hangeul is kind of flat, but she is formal, and means well.
"Yes, it is. Shall I continue up?"
"Well, if you must…" I guess she couldn't help but look my appearance over again. Maybe she's still confused of my race. I am definitely Asian, let's not question that, but because of the Irish in me it slightly blurs out the Japanese: Wavy black hair that noticeably glints a red in any light, freckles, bony fingers, and the kicker: blue eyes. I have overly (large for an Asian) large blue eyes and long lashes. Sometimes I creep myself out.
"Go up there anyway; you're his last person to see today." I bow thanks, and head back to the elevator. The man who operates the elevator; Jae Joo Min, is still there; sharp black suit and glasses. The only thing I've ever heard him say was "Number," and today is no exception. I say seventy, and Jae pushes it.
Jae is tall, well-built and expressionless. He is still, so still, that if I poke him, nothing would happen. Not that I'd poke him; he's scary.
The elevator ascends quickly. Thirty five thirty six thirty seven thirty eight thirty nine and twelve seconds it's up to level fifty. Soon it's seventy and the doors slide open. Jae steps out and leads me past several offices and staff rooms watching audition tapes. Jae opens a door that leads to a section of a large office. There is a lady with slight skin problems at a desk, on the phone and twirling her hair.
"This is Man's 5:45?" She looks up at me, trying not to stare at my damp frizzy hair.
Jae just nods, and the girl tells a man on a phone that I'm here. Jae takes me to an office in the back and opens a pretty wooden door.
I step inside and see Lee Soo Man, a middle aged man with glasses and looking over paperwork. He sees me and smiles warmly. We've come to know each other, more on the phone than in person, but apparently I've won him over.
"Conall-sshi, it's good of you to make it." He's the only person who'd call me by my legitimate name, but soon he'll use the one I've been using in the symphonies.
"I hope I didn't make you wait, Man-sshi," I bow graciously. "We had a practice that wasn't scheduled."
"You are early, dear. Now, did Eun Jang Wan tell you that you might be signed with a group by today?"
"Yes. We figured out a schedule for me to follow so I'll do both."
"Good, good. This talk is just so I can get to know you better. You've only spoken to the judges and my assistants, but we've only discussed business. I don't know your educational background, or anything."
"Yes, well, what do I need to tell you?"
"First, how did one so young become a principal violinist to two prestigious international symphonies?"
"Technically, 3."
"What?"
"Oh, wait, we're not counting Tour de Japon, are we? Forgive me. That was only for fun."
Lee Soo Man gives me this flabbergasted look. I've seen that look far too many times.
"Who trained you?"
"Masaharu Iwata san taught me violin, Nobuo Uematsu sensei taught me piano. I taught myself flute, clarinet, and cello."
"Oh." I can tell he's shocked. Sometimes it shocks even me.
"You're seventeen years old. You're born on February sixteenth, year of the Earth Dragon. You are one hundred sixty five centimeters, fifty four kilograms, B negative, eh, any allergies you have?"
"None serious, but I'm allergic to dust and dairy products."
"Okay. Not reading your measurements. That is just too embarrassing."
I blush. Lee Soo Man is so awkward, but in a good way.
"Moving on! Education."
"Well, I graduated from University of Tokyo with degrees in Orchestra and Music Theoretic along with Woodwind Pedagogue, and Strings. I also got my undergraduate from Waseda University with degrees in Eastern Asian Languages and Culture, and Western Languages."
Again Lee Soo Man does that look. I just blink at him.
"I thought you were a high schooler."
"I skipped most of high school. I graduated there when I was 11, already taking classes at Waseda beforehand. I finished at University of Tokyo when I was fourteen years, seventy nine days and five ho-"
"Okay, no need to get technical. So, you're nothing short of genius."
"You could say that. I've been able to hold information down really well for a very long time."
"Most people would kill for that. Now, is there anything else that you do? There shouldn't be, I mean, even you have the maturity level of a middle aged person you're still seventeen, and perhaps don't do much instead of travel with the orchestra."
"Well, I…"
"There is something?"
"Well, I, not a whole lot, mind you, but I would occasionally take unplanned travels to random corners of the world."
Lee Soo Man gives me this weird look. "You do WHAT?" He exclaimed.
"I mean, I tell someone where I'm going. I only do it when I don't have anything planned. It's the most four days in some country, stay at least ten miles from the nearest airport, and hop on the next flight out to wherever the orchestra is stationed."
"Why do you do this?"
"I don't know. Kids my age are worried about exams, boyfriends, doing drugs, obsessing over pop stars, or getting married. I'm breaking away from that group. I have no worries though, I'm pretty much aware of all the cultures that the world has, and I'm not going to pry if there's any danger."
He blinks several times, letting the information sink in. "When was the first time you did this?" He asked.
"Right when I graduated from Tokyo University. My father, returning from a monthly service in Cyprus, insisted that I should see it. I thought, what better time than now? I had nothing to do for a few weeks, so I took a cheap flight to Nicosia for the weekend. It was rather difficult, my Greek is rather rudimentary and I know no Turkish, but it was beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking."
"Where are all the places you went?"
"Oh, there was a trip to Macau, Brazil, Canada, Singapore, Turkey, Nigeria, Kiribati, Scotland, and Monaco. There were others, but now that I think on it, they were paid excursions to go look for emeriti to guest conduct for orchestras."
Silence.
"Yes, I know it's a lot. My carbon footprint is terrible, but I love travel. I love being in a foreign country where I don't know the language or food. Pointing at a menu is the highest form of comedy I can do in public and I won't be judged."
"And, you're only travelling alone?"
"I ask people if they want to join, but they don't want to. So I do. I guess it would be better, there's no commitment or anything, no schedule to follow, no worrying where or what this person wants to do or go. I like it."
"Okay, now, back to business. You're here legally, right?"
"Yes, though I don't live here just yet. I go back and forth between here and Japan mostly. I can perform without any violations."
"That's good. You specialize in ballet, Bon Odori, Nihon Buyo, and Suzume Odori?"
"Yes, I can do hip hop, popping and break dancing, along with Calusari. I know Taekkyon, but only basic. I was trained to do Tachi-dora, Jujutsu, and Wushu."
Lee Soo Man had a pained expression on his face. "Why learn all that?" He exclaimed. "A young lady like you shouldn't be learning all that. Fighting is for men."
"Unfortunately, my father was graced with only a daughter, and he raised me like a boy. Almost, I mean, there is a limit to how far you can train your child to be something different. He raised me like a boy, but recognized me as his daughter. He's proud of me." I think.
"You apparently speak fluent German."
"That's all you know?" That wasn't supposed to be crass, only incredulous. "I speak way more than that."
"No. You couldn't."
"Remember- I retain information well. I speak at least ten. I know traces of at least four more, but they don't count. I speak German, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, English, Italian, Gaelic, Thai, Cantonese, and Taiwanese."
Lee Soo Man was apparently writing this all down, and he dropped his pen and looked up at me through his glasses.
"You're kidding."
"No. Nein. Aniyo. Iie. Meiyou. Mhai. Maichai. Of course I can."
"I think I have enough information now." Lee Soo Man closes a folder and folds his hands. "You live up to the degrees that you've earned."
"Doing my family proud, that's all."
"We need to have a final audition for you. The judges want to make sure you'll be okay to be the extra member in this group I've created. They've already competed in dance competitions as a group, and you'll be the new member."
"That is, if I make it."
"You pretty much will. Eh, you might want to…" He stares at the frizzy mess that is my hair.
"Aiya! Please tell me you have a bathroom."
"Down the hall to your left. I'll meet you in the audition room, where Ina will take you."
I thank him and bow before exiting the office.
Well that went pretty well.
I head to the bathroom and locate a mirror. My hair isn't as bad as I thought it would be, but it's rather deplorable, so I take a mini comb (handy) from my purse and start clawing at the mess. Red is peeking through again, and it clashes with my pallid skin. The freckles are more prominent, and my cheekbones are more prominent. I look washed out, almost unhealthy, and there is a yellow pallor, slight under my eyes. Please tell me I have makeup in this bag.
"Fujioka-sshi?" The receptionist opens the door.
"Yes?"
"Man-sshi says he'll take you down to the audition room."
"Okay. I'll be a minute." The only makeup I had was mascara, so it had to do.
"Would you be taking your coat off?" She gestures for me to hand her my black jacket. I hand it to her, because it's slightly bulky and looks rather unwelcoming. I take it off. I'm wearing a tight fitting red sweater. It's a good luck charm from my mother, or so she says. The receptionist takes it and folds it neatly.
"I'll bring it in the audition room."
"Kamsa hamnida."
"Sillye hamnida. Let me take you to the audition room." She leads me out of Lee Soo Man's office area and down several corridors. We stop in front of two solid doors made of wood. The receptionist opens one and leads me in.
There is more fluorescent lighting. I can feel my hair turning bright red and my skin glowing under its radiance. My eyes scrunch up, and get adjusted to it.
Four people sit behind a long white table, clipboards and stern masks on their faces. The only one who doesn't do this is Lee Soo Man, who sits there and looks at me expectantly. One man in the middle, glasses and severe suit, gestures for me to come forward.
"Vivien Fujioka." He says. I don't recognize this judge. "Welcome to your final audition."
"Thank you for having me here." I bow graciously, ignoring my violin case hitting me in the back.
"Lee Soo Man-hyung has told us about your talents. Though it is impressive, we must test your vocal skills one last time. I must ask, are you any good?"
"I've won Japan's Youth Star National Competition." Along with several other competitions around the world. No biggie.
"You sing in soprano or…."
"Mezzo soprano mostly, but I perform decently with alto. In Europe I used alto."
"We're looking for a person who can sing in alto for this group. Could you do alto?" One lady, who could in her forties or eighties, whatever, she was beautiful, for someone whose expressions were etched away by a scalpel.
"I could."
"Good." A stately woman, decked in gaudy beads and a bright purple pants suit waves her hand in a passive motion. "Do you have a song ready for us?"
Whatever I've been hacking up back there, it's sort of gone now. I didn't have a Korean song ready. Damnit. I was with the symphony today and we were making fun of German songs with the brass section.
I guess it'll have to do. This is such a big risk. I mean, you can't woo somebody in German.
"I have a song," I said, "but it's not Korean."
"It doesn't matter. We just need to hear your vocal range. And it would be good for you to sing a foreign song. SM Entertainment welcomes all cultures with open arms."
"What kind of song do you have for us?" The severe glasses man asked.
"It's a German song. Pretty popular back in the eighties, and still quite popular in the West."
"What song is it?"
"Neun und Neunzig Luftballoons by Nena (yeah yeah I know, just settle down)."
There was an audible silence.
"Never heard of it." The lady with no expressions at all said. Lee Soo Man with the other judges nodded in agreement.
I'm shocked. I thought they knew about Western culture.
"Just sing this song for us. I'm sure we've heard of it."
I sigh and try to remember if I should say genial or Fliegerstafell. Oh whatever, let's get on with it.

'Hast du etwas Zeit für mich,
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich,
Von 99 Luftballoons,
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont,
Denkst du vielleicht gerad an mich,
Dann singe ein Lied für dich,
Von 99 Luftballoons,
Und dass sowas von sowas kommt.

99 Luftballoons,
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont,
Hielt man für Ufos aus dem All,
Darum schickte ein General,
‚Ne Fliegerstafell hinterher,
Alarm zu geben, wenn's so wär,
Dabei war'n dort am Horizont,
Nur 99 Luftballoons.'

Severe Glasses puts his hand up to silence me. I close my mouth and look down. Maybe German is far too big of a gamble to be singing in front of judges who don't understand the accent.
"That song is odd." He said.
"Yeah. It's a song about the oppression in East Germany before the Wall came down."
"Your voice is clear, no doubt." The lady in beads cut in. "Clear, no faltering, and I like it. Jong Min sshi, Ga Eun sshi, Lee Soo Man sshi, what do you think?"
"I think she's wonderful, but, Lee Soo Man sshi, are you sure we want her in that group?"
It sounds like it's filled with a bunch of rowdy idiots. If I were an anime character, I'd be sweat dropping right now.
"Vivien sshi is resilient, and no doubt she'll be able to hold her own. She said she wanted a challenge, right?" Did I say that? I don't remember. Oh well.
"Ne." I nod in agreement.
"Vivien Fujioka sshi." Lee Soo Man's voice was deeper than usual. "Are you ready to step into a world of super stardom?"
"You mean more than the kind of super stardom I get while in the symphony? Because those foreigners treat me like gods."
"Yes. Epic stardom. You'll be followed by every tabloid in Korea, Japan, China, Thailand, and Malaysia..."
That's not good.
"… Millions of people watching you…"
That's worse.
"You'll be the talk of the country, you and your blue eyes."
Oh, wonderful. Not.
"Well," Ga Eun broke the silence. "This is it. We four, hereby sign Vivien Fujioka to SM Entertainment. Congratulations."
"Really?" The wind is almost knocked out of me.
"You are such a hard worker, and such a talented person, how could we not sign you?"
"Oh, Chulma kamsa hamnida!" I bow three times rapidly, blushing like an idiot.
"So, we'll continue looking over your schedule, and you'll be following Lee Soo Man-sshi down to meet the group, who is waiting for you."
"Oh!" Lee Soo Man excitedly gets up and comes over toward me. "My new 'Daughter', making Abojie all proud."
"Aww." Now I'm embarrassed. Who cares? I'm going to be put in a group. A pop group, no less! Now all those classical music sheets in my folder seem superfluous now.
I follow my new 'Daddy' out of the audition room, stopping to get my coat back. Lee Soo Man goes to the elevator, and Jae is back in there, still stoic and expressionless.
"Thirty seven, Jae-sshi." Lee Soo Man says, looking at his watch. Jae presses it without a word.
The elevator whizzes down and my stomach and legs are trying to keep up.
"How's it feel to be out of the trainee stage, and now an official artist of SM Entertainment?" Lee Soo Man asked.
"It's, surreal. I didn't even think I would make it."
"Oh, you are too modest."
Jae still doesn't move. Floor thirty seven is here and we step out. It's a floor with room stuffed with outfits and music blaring from several rooms. There are girls in skimpy outfits (there are probably dress rehearsals for modeling events. I hope) walking around on their cell phones with their agents.
This a respected entertainment empire, right? Not some daycare center?
We make it to the end of the corridor there is two heavy metal doors shut. Lee Soo Man turns to me.
"Are you ready to meet them?" He asked. I gulp. Are they bratty, conceited girls? Are they nice? Do they have an ear for music like I do, or will I stick out like a sore thumb in this congregation?
"Let's meet them." I say, and Lee Soo Man opens one door. It makes and audible creak and we step inside.
There's a long wooden table with several finger foods and eleven people sitting at the table.
My jaw drops. It's eleven people; eleven people with bored faces, impatient airs; nervous, aggravated and waiting eleven people.
That's not even half the problem. I'm used to working in large groups.
It's just that, this group is all boys.
"Eh?" I blurt out, and the boys look and see a girl and are confused.
"Now," Lee Soo Man says. "Super Junior '05 is complete!"
I'm in a boy band. Great.

... ta da