What it's like Chapter 2-Will I Make It
Miku's smile widened as she started up at the impressive building before her. She walked up to the door and took a deep breath. Then she yanked the door handle and stood frozen. The lobby was huge, with a crystal chandelier and a red carpeted floor. And several neatly organized desks in front with people either typing away or chattering with people on the other line, Miku noticed they all wore multicolored headphones or ear-buds.
Miku shrugged it off and walked up to one of the main desks where a woman sat watching a security camera, she had one ear phone in and had chocolate colored hair held back in a tight bun, and old fashioned spectacles with the chain on the side. She looked up at Miku.
"Can I help you?" Miku gulped, her elderly appearance frightened Miku a little.
"I-I'm here to au-audition to be a Vocaloid." The woman's eyes narrowed.
"Third floor, you need to wait in the waiting room until they call you in." Miku nodded and walked toward the stairs.
It took her a while to walk up the flight of deadly stairs. But she made it with enough time to sit in the yellow walled room. And if the lemon walls weren't bad enough there was small tables everywhere with little red flower pots. After a few hours she was getting bored. She hadn't brought a book or anything to do. All she had been doing for the past twenty minutes was mess with her long aqua hair.
"Hatsune Miku." Miku sighed with relief. She walked toward the sound studio and another person called her in. She stepped into the small room in the studio and the man told her to start singing her best song. She took a breath and began the same song she had song for her music class at school. She had decided to call it Love is War the other day and it fit pretty well.
When she finished the man told her she would get the information back in a couple of days and her trademark smile came over her face again and she nodded still catching her breath.
On her way to the stairs someone bumped into her. It was a girl with long flaxen hair that glared at her. Miku was about to apologize when the girl began to accuse her.
"What's your problem; this room aint big enough for ya?" Miku blinked at her mouth opening and closing trying to say something and failing each time. The other girl rolled her eyes.
"I-I'm sorry I-"
"Oh, you're sorry? Guess what, I don't care! You got in my way now I'm pissed!" Miku began to babble incoherent words she wanted to apologize but if she did the girl would yell at her again.
"…Akita Neru?" The man asked the girl looked at the box then at Miku.
"Don't ever cross me again!" Then she left without another word. Miku stared, what was her problem, didn't she see that Miku was sorry? She shook it off, this was Japan, and people were sometimes rude which was true about every country. She walked all the way down the evil stairs and out the front exit. Walked all the way down the block to her bus stop. Boarded the quickly filled bus, road to the stop by her house and went up to her room.
"Hey." Mikuo greeted her. She just walked over to the couch and flopped down next to him.
"What 'cha watching?"
"The beginning of Bleach." She nodded grabbing a hand full of his popcorn. She hoped she would make it as a Vocaloid. She hoped she would like it if she did.
TBC
I know, it's still boring BE PATIENT! Those of you, who are still reading I love you, hope you know that, you are my friends! Thank you patient people! ; )
