Well, as I reached my internal required number of reviews, even though all except a very few were from people I know, I will update just to make my- what, three? Followers happy. And also, it turns out I should actually be able to update at least once a week unless something super important comes up, so good news!

For those of you who haven't gotten it yet, Minami Ren here. I'm new, first fic, be mean about it, I don't care, just read the thing and make me happy. Please point out mistakes I make. Those are my favorite reviews XD

Alert! The first six people who reviewed read that Miku had a crush on Mikuo. That was incorrect, I have changed it. The texting incident happened with Kaito, not Mikuo! Thank you!

And as I have nothing more to say and I am sure you want to read here's the disclaimer:

I dun own Vocaloid. Wish I owned at least the Kagamines or something. Also, I wish I could make Hibiki Lui's demo come out sooner. I wanna hear his voice!

So, let's get on with the story! By the way, Len's POV will come later!

Rin's POV

Three days since I have last narrated my life to myself.

Three days my alarm has gone off and made me roll out of bed onto the ground.

Three days of homework and singing practice.

Three days to get nervous.

Guess what?

It's Saturday.

"You ready?" Miku whispered nervously in my ear. It was morning, and Miku had spent the night at my house so we could go to Yamaha for our tryouts together.

"Totally ready. That is precisely why I am shuddering more than a leaf in a thunderstorm." I was quite pleased with my simile, if I do say so myself.

Miku stated bluntly, "Well I'm as scared as….."

"….."

"….."

"As?" I prompted.

"A really scared person!" She finally finished. I rolled my eyes. Oh well. Maybe she'll do better next time.

"Well, now that we have shared our deepest feelings, how about picking something better to wear than our school uniforms?" I asked. Pretty sure school uniforms weren't the best choice.

Miku was all business. I can't even put on mascara very well, but she has this stuff down. In less than five minutes (five horrifying minutes of her flitting back and forth from me to my closet and holding up stuff against me to see what 'looks good'), she had an outfit laid out for both me and herself.

She was to be wearing a nice gray collared shirt with a teal tie that matched her hair perfectly. She wore black arm warmers that were and long black boots that went up to her thighs, also trimmed in teal. Her skirt was black and edged in- guess what? If you said teal, WRONG!

…Just kidding. It was teal.

She had decided that my color was yellow. She had grabbed one of the white shirts that I had with a large black collar and yellow bow at the bottom. The shirt would not quite cover my belly. I had short black shorts with a yellow fashionable belt around the waist. I wore arm and leg warmers, my leg warmers going all the way up to my knees, and was trimmed in yellow. The warmers covered the tops of my white shoes so just the tips showed. All in all, I was impressed. I should wear something like this more often. (A/N for those of you who can't guess for some reason, this is their Vocaloid outfits.)

Oh, and I wore my bow around my head. Can't forget that. My father gave it to me…

"COME ON RIN, WE'RE GONNA BE LATE IF WE DON'T HURRY!" Miku screeched from the door, interrupting me from my thoughts and my orange.

I checked the clock. It was 7:30.

The interviews and tryouts weren't until nine. I sweatdropped. Really, Miku?

As there is no stopping her, I just sighed and stood up. I grabbed my orange and headed out the door with her.

"Me and Miku are goin' to the tryouts, Mama!" I called, messing up my grammar on purpose. It drove her insane, so I started doing it on purpose. My mother would correct my grammar so much that I would just jump around the house singing, 'Me and her! Me and her! Me and her!' Ah, those were the days.

When we arrived at the building, I checked my watch and groaned. We had already window shopped all around the area, and we still had half an hour before we were due to our separate interviews.

I was wondering how we would be able to entertain ourselves for another half hour until I actually looked at the building.

My jaw dropped.

"Wow," Miku said, pretty much summarizing exactly what I felt.

It was going to take us a half hour just to find out where we were supposed to be. That place was huge. I mean, like, I think it couldn't have been under sixty floors, huge.

We walked through the huge rotating doors together. Miku was too nervous even to freak out about how they moved in a circle, and not like other doors. (Don't ask- she's Miku.)

The lobby was huge too. Everything was so fancy and expensive-looking. Dang. Wish I had a chair of crafted gold.

The front desk was also…well, huge. Do they wish to make us feel small by being big themselves? If so, it's working. Trust me. You can't be surrounded by this much hugeness and not feel small.

"Hello, may I help you?" The lady at the desk said, looking down on us. It's not that she was indifferent to us or anything, but the desk was so tall, she kinda had to look down on us.

As Miku seemed to have temporarily lost her voice, I spoke up. "We are both here auditioning for singing careers. I am auditioning for Lily, and my friend here is auditioning for Leon." I bumped her shoulder, causing her to look up and nod.

"Names, please?"

"I'm Rin." I said, making an effort to be polite.

"M-Miku." She said. Poor child.

"May I ask, is this your first audition?"

I nodded. It's not like we looked experienced or anything.

"Good luck the two of you. Don't be disappointed if you don't get in today, as this is your first tryout, and you're trying for Yamaha of all companies. Especially you, Rin. Lily is our toughest manager out there. You sure are brave to tryout under her watch. Half the time she turns around everyone that trys out, and comes out empty-handed."

I swallow. Thanks for the info, there. Sure makes me feel better. "Thank you for the heads-up. We should be going now," I said, herding Miku towards the elevator. I would go with Miku to her audition and drop her off, then head over to my own by myself.

By the way, for those of you who are scared that Miku is going to be too nervous to audition or something like that, don't be. She has this weird thing where she almost dies of nervousness for exactly two hours, and then she'll be back to her regular old self. And as her nervous breakdown started around six forty five and it is now eight forty…

"WOW, THIS PLACE IS HUGE!"

…Hey, she's back to her regular old self. Don't know if you should call that normal, but 'regular old self' is good too.

When the elevator hit the forty-seventh floor sixteen loud seconds later, we exited and wandered the hallway to try to find room 4723. (A/N Four and seven for the floor, twenty three for the room. Creative, no?)

Five minutes later I was by myself. I hopped the elevator again, but this time it was just me. Except for that random blonde kid that was already in there.

Elevator music played.

We stood there.

…Urg, why do there have to be so many dang floors in this place?

Finally, just to end the awkwardness, I said, "Hey."

"…"

"…"

"…"

Rude. Kid won't even tell me his name. Okay, so he was about the same age as me, so what? We're kids; therefore I can call him a kid if I want. It's not like I have any other name to call him, as he won't talk to me.

After a couple seconds that seemed like a bazillion awkward hours, the elevator finally reached the eighty-sixth floor. Why does my floor have to be so high off the ground? I don't have a fear of heights or anything, but being this far away from the pavement is just unnatural.

I stepped out of the elevator, and had a miniature panic-attack, as Blondie, as I will now call him (Yeah-I'm blonde too. Whatever), got off the elevator at the same floor as me. Now what? Maybe he's auditioning too…

Now that I think of it, I wonder what the other auditioners are going to be like- is 'auditioners' even a word anyway?

I wonder…

And I'm off-topic again. I seem to do that a lot. Must be my wandering thoughts.

A couple awkward hallway turns- we were still going the same direction- and Blondie stopped at a door. He took out a card key and scanned it on the scanner next to the handle. He then popped open a code box that was unlocked and typed in a complicated password.

Why all the security?

He finally finished typing the code and opened the door. From what I saw of it before the door swung shut, it looked like some sort of huge multi-room suite. Who was that kid anyway? I didn't follow idols or anything that much even though I want to be one. I guess I didn't want to have one to look up to, or end up competing against my favorite singer.

I was alone again. Not that I cared. Until I checked my watch- 8:57. Audition started in three minutes and I had no idea where the room was.

…Crap.

Wish Blondie was here now, just so I could ask for directions. For some reason, he seemed like he would help. He seemed like a nice person, just tired and worn down about something.

Whatever. He's wasn't here anymore, so I would have to run.

I burst through the door at 8:59, attracting some weird looks. I ignored them; instead I looked around at my competition. Almost every one of them was older than me, and they all looked like they had tried out before. Great. Must be one hard tryout.

I slung my bag with my music over a chair and sat back. Might as well be comfortable while I wait. There were about thirty girls in here overall and the call list was in alphabetical order, so it would be up to 3 hours before I was called.

As I put on my earbuds and started listening to some of the music I do have- I do know some singers, I'm just not obsessed with them or anything, and I don't know who half of them look like- the girls looked at me funny.

What's their problem? I looked back.

Finally they got tired of looking and went back to their own business. All but one. I had closed my eyes and was resting a bit until one of them tapped me on the shoulder. I lazily opened one I and pulled out my right earbud- I always keep the left one in.

"What?" I asked, a little rudely. Just because they're strangers doesn't mean I have to be nice to them.

The girl looked taken aback for a moment, but then grinned. "I was gonna ask why you weren't freaking out like all the other newbies, but I see that you're just naturally relaxed. Nervous on the inside at all? Name's Neru by the way. Akita Neru. You?"

The girl- Neru- was wearing something very close to what Miku had decided on. There were a few differences though, such as the fact that her skirt was a bit shorter but she had black shorts on underneath, and her shirt split near the bottom to expose a bit of her belly. Her long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail to the side of her head, and she held a cell phone in her hand.

She proceeded to answer a text as I looked at her, deciding on if I should answer, or just ignore her. I finally decided to answer her, if only because she didn't walk away at my not-so-warm greeting.

"Nah," I said casually, "I don't ever get worried until after the beg event happens. By the way, my name's Rin. Nice ta meetcha." I held out my hand.

She took it and winked. "I'm next, because my name is so early, but give me your number and I'll talk to you later, okay?"

Stalker. Already asking for my number.

I gave it to her anyways. She typed it in, then looked up when a worker poked his head in through the door and said, "Akita Neru? You're up!"

"Gotta go!" She said, waving. "Wish me luck!"

"I wish you luck, I guess," I told her. It's funny how I just met her, but I honestly have a feeling that we'll become good friends, even if neither of us get in.

Speaking of the competition...

While I was zoning out, they were already in the H's. It was almost my turn. Wonder what the tryouts will be like. Whatever. They may have more experience, but talent is what gets you in, and I do sing well, I suppose. Wouldn't have gotten so far if I couldn't. I can wing it, anyways. I'm good at stuff like that.

I's were called. More than half the people were gone. I guess most of them had early alphabet names.

There were a few J's. Not a very common last name.

K's next. The worker opened the door again and called, "Kagamine Rin. You're turn."

I stood up and walked over. "I exist," I said with my trademark sarcasm.

"Right through this door, ma'am, and then it is the third door on the left," he said. Obviously I was going to walk the rest of the way alone.

I go through the door he indicated and walked until I reached the third door on the left, like he said. I gripped my bag as I looked at the plaque on the door. It read 'Lily _'

Ooooh, fancy.

I raised my hand and knocked.

"Come in," said a clear female's voice. I'm surprised. I expected some cranky old woman.

…Come on, you know that would fit the part. Especially considering how many people she turns away.

I reached for the doorknob and turned, stepping through the doorway into the room.

…I'm up.

Hehe, sorry you guys who liked my fanfic. I left 'yall on a cliffy!

Hate me. I had to.

So, since most people don't like Neru, I decided to put her in as Rin's new friend. They'll be spending a lot of time together, just so you know.

Also, anyone guess who 'Blondie' was? Yep, Len made his first appearance, but he probably won't be featured until around chapter four, unfortunately. Sorry fangirls D:

Also, I have a new policy, and I'm also going to post this at the beginning of the next chapter but: Reviewers will get PM'd a short preview of the next chapter, so please review, guys!

Until next chapter,

Minami Ren~