I do NOT own Hetalia or the songs, or the Voice. They all belong to their respectful owners.
Again, I sincerely thank everyone who has faved, followed and reviewed! Really, that means a lot to me.
On another note, I sincerely apologize for not updating this in a while. I was sick with both laryngitis and fever and it wore me down so much. I was also sick with a bout of coughing fits (as a result from my larynx getting inflamed) for a while, but now I'm feeling much better! (All thanks to my best friend/roomate and sister).
So again, I really am sorry for not finishing or posting this any sooner.
RandomWriter57: I wasn't able to watch all of it, but I saw some auditions from UK's the Voice. They're amazing so far! I really enjoyed Leanne Mitchell's rendition of If I Were A Boy. Haha, Breakeven is actually one of my favourite songs, too. I'm glad you like my descriptions - I enjoy putting detail into things.
Springdale Forth: Thank you for the compliment! I'm sorry for not updating as soon as I hoped, but hopefully I can be more punctual in future. Ah, those characters will definitely appear (though one of those characters aren't going to sing, sadly).
Precious Marble: Hahaha, I actually don't think Lovino's as useless as he or others tend to think he is. My sister actually showed me this piece of information on a Hetalia site (sadly, I forgot which one it was), it mentions that apparently Lovino/Romano is a good dancer while Feliciano/Veneziano has two left feet. Spamano isn't my OTP, however I do like it. Don't worry, Antonio/Spain appears much sooner than you think. ;)
H. Tagi: You've been really kind in all of your reviews to me in all of my stories. Haha, yes...that is my true gender. I feel quite honoured that I made you interested in audition fics! Personally, I don't like shows like [Country] Idol or X-Factor. Even in the Voice, there is a part of it that I don't really like either. I won't stop updating this, but I will try hard to make the updates sooner. The Soldier is still a plan so far - I really suck at thinking of a proper body in a story (start and endings are my forte). Oh, and as for The Tailor of Enbizaka; Nathan is Nyo!Belgium (I mentioned it in my foreword). And as I mentioned before, Antonio/Spain will appear much sooner than you think.
ChocoKoko: Yes, it did take a great deal to plan this out. I actually have a written plan on the next 3-4 chapters, but it takes a lot of time to write them with greater detail. Haha, yeah I try hard to find great songs and voices that would match the characters as best as they can. And don't worry about Lien-chan; just read the story and you'll find out who she'll end up with. ;) Ahah, EngNam is very adorable in my opinion - one of my favourite pairings with Vietnam (the other being Spain x Vietnam).
Anyway, yes...shall we get back to the story? I hope you enjoy!
Episode 2 – Blind Auditions Day 2
Everything was pitch-black; absolutely nothing in sight. It wasn't certain what exactly was going on right then; a lot of questions would run through a person's mind. Where was here and where was everybody? Why the hell was everything so black in the first place?
What the hell was going on?
"Hey!" a familiar voice called out in annoyance. "The camera's not on! What the hell do you think you're doing? Turn it on! Turn it on right now!"
There was a grunt, some grumbling, and a sudden flicker. Immediately, the scenery was no longer black and a familiar Romanian host adjusted the little top hat that was perched upon his head, a slight frown crossing his usually merry features. He asked, "We're on, right? Yeah?"
Seeing the camera nod up and down, the Romanian man gave a huge grin, baring very sharp canines, "Hello all! Welcome back to another episode of HetaVoice! I'm your host, Dracul Dalca!"
Suddenly, the scene shifts to a great montage of a variety of contestants of different ethnicity, age, occupation and gender performing at the Performance Stage. Dracul's voice is then heard in a voice over. "In this episode, tune in to see the talent escalate out of this building!" announced Dracul.
Next, it then shows the four Judges each with various reactions – shock, awe, wonder and tranquillity. "And watch our Judges duke it out in order to fill up the spots for each of their teams!" added Dracul in an amused tone. "All in order to find the first ever HetaVoice!"
There is a sudden shot of Arthur, who leans back in his chair and gives a scoff, eyes boring onto the unseen contestant, "Well dove, we're going to crush these wankers."
The scene then shifts to Sadik, who breezily calls to Alfred, "Not the time to be a cocky bastard yet, Alfie! You're still a kid in a man's game!" there is a quick shot showing Arthur, who is cackling from the Turkish man's words.
The scene then gets shifted to another where a determined looking Francine speaks up, "Mon cher, I had also wanted to really feel you and see where I could take it!"
"Hear that already, dude?" Alfred asked, grinning. "Francine Bellemare already wants to feel you!"
"Our Judges are: Sadik Adnan!" it then shows a full shot of the Turkish man, who was wearing a red hooded vest with dark jeans and a white singlet. He is holding his mask in his hand, revealing his eyes to be a deep, dark brown. He smirks at the audience. "His career running for over one and a half decades! Has won multiple music awards including one HetaTV award and 10 million albums of his sold worldwide!"
"Sadik is an…alright old chap," Arthur nodded as he was being interviewed in regards to the Turkish man. "He's a bit of a show off at times and he can be as obnoxious as Alfred. Still…I guess he's much more tolerable and better company than that bloody wanker and that sodding frog princess." It then shows a shot of Arthur and Sadik doing some sort of secret handshake. The English man nodded, "Yes, if I had to choose which of the other Judges I'd save if we were all on a deserted island, then I'd choose Sadik."
It then shifts to Francine, who smiles, "Monsieur Sadik? He is quite the interesting man, isn't he? Very funny and yet so smooth and charming…very handsome, too, in the exotic way. Though, I do not understand why he must conceal those beautiful eyes behind a mask…" here, she gives a disgruntled look. "I find that mask very unattractive…donc étrange…"
Alfred laugh, "Sadik? Psh, yeah he's a fun guy and a cool dude to hang around, but I'm still gonna beat him! He may be old and he can sing with that deep ass voice of his, but he's still going down! Who would I eat if we were all stranded on a deserted island? Sadik's from Turkey…maybe he'll taste just like that!"
The Turkish man then smirks as he slips his mask back on, "Prepare yourself…'cause I'm going to crush you."
Dracul's voice then continued onto the next Judge. "Arthur Kirkland," said blonde British man was now holding a guitar adorned with the colours red, blue and white, much like the Union Jack. He is wearing a white polo shirt, a black waistcoat and black leather pants as well as one piercing on his left ear. He gives the viewer a much more serious look, "The lead singer and guitarist of famed band, World Class Act. Been nominated for 8 HetaTV awards and has sold over 20 million albums worldwide!"
"Monsieur lapin?" Francine gave a tinkling laugh. "He is a cute thing, isn't he? In a scruffy and messy sort of way. I love messing with him; he is just the type of person that you love to do that sort of thing to. It is trés mignon whenever his face turns red."
"Artie?" Alfred asked. A grin then spread out on the American man's face, "Yeah sure, Artie and I are friends. He can be really mean, though. And personally, I think he's way too uptight and serious about this whole thing. I mean – have some fun! This is a totally cool experience!"
"Arthur, huh?" Sadik smiled. "He's a good guy; bit too serious but he knows what he wants. He's got mad skills on the guitar, too. Kinda hard to believe, huh? Since he usually looks so serious and uptight."
Arthur's scowl furrows down deeper as he continues to glare, "No pain, no gain! Are you ready to bring it on?"
Dracul then moves on to the next Judge, "Francine Bellemare." It then shoots to a full shot of the French woman, who is holding the mike and stand. She is wearing a shimmering, aqua blue gown with heels to match, her dark blonde hair up in a bun. She blows a kiss and stands tall in her elegant dress. "Child protégé, starting her career from the age of nine and the best selling ever female artist to hit the charts. Alone, her debut album was able to stay number one for 30 weeks!"
"Francine?" Alfred laughed. "Yeah! She's my French buddy! She's really hot, don't you think? But she's kinda too materialistic and high up for me. I prefer a girl who loves to get down and dirty – not afraid to fight, ride with me on my motorbike or eat some hamburgers with me at McDonald's!"
Sadik rubbed his chin, "Francine, huh? She's a really interesting woman. Sexy and flirty, but can speak up for herself. I like that, though – I love a woman who knows what she wants!" he then reared back his head and laughed.
"Francine?" Arthur scoffed and rolled his eyes. "She's a sodding flirt, she is. A daft frog princess. She is shameless with her flirting. Anything born with an X and Y chromosome, she'll go up to and butter them up! It's hard to be a gentleman around her when she acts in such a way because regardless, she is still a lady…"
Francine simply gives a wink at the viewer, "Keep your eyes on the prize…je ne perdrai pas."
Dracul then shifted to the last Judge, "Alfred F. Jones," the camera then shifts to a full shot of the said American man. He had one hand in the pocket of his ripped jeans, and adjusted his glasses with the other. He had his bomber jacket tied around his waist and was wearing a simple, forest green shirt. "Young country superstar; the winner of 3 Grammy awards, multiple Arias and several Hetalia Music Awards and 9 million albums sold!"
Sadik guffawed, "Alfred? He's a good kid. He's also got guts, I'll admit, but he's still got a long way to go if he thinks he can beat me! Who would I eat if we were all stuck on that deserted island? Well…Arthur's a good guy and Francine's a hot woman – seriously, what man would eat a beautiful woman? So obviously, I'd eat Alfred – that guy eats so many hamburgers, it's not funny. Must have a lot of a meat on his bones by now," he gave an overdramatic evil laugh while rubbing his hands together.
"Alfred?" Arthur rolled his eyes. "I don't see what the big deal is about that wanker. Sure, he's got talent and he's sort of a friend…I'll admit that…but he's so full of himself. And he reeks of those greasy hamburgers! That smell…it makes me gag!"
Francine then smiled, "Monsieur Alfred? He's a handsome young thing. He's also very funny and kind, too. He is, I'll admit, a bit too overly excited, but I think that's what adds to his charm. However, I do not understand his fixation to those…greasy foods he keeps on eating…that's the only thing that I find unfavourable of his character, though."
Alfred then gives a laugh as he puts a fist in an open palm, "You ready dudes? Because I'm ready…ready to win!"
Finally, the camera goes back and shows a full shot of all four Judges standing on the Performance Stage. Dracul's voice-over continued, "Who will be the HetaVoice? Come with me right now and tune in on this episode! The Blind Auditions, Day Two! I'll see you's there!"
[THIS IS HETAVOICE!]
Already, the camera was settled onto a young Lithuanian man making his way to the HetaVoice Building. He had shoulder-length brown hair, pale green eyes and was wearing a jade green cotton jacket with a simple blue shirt underneath. He was also wearing khaki jeans and white sneakers.
He was accompanied by what appeared to be a young Polish girl with light, shoulder-length blonde hair and green eyes of a much darker shade. She was wearing a black shirt with a cream skirt that reached just above her knees, as well as some high heeled brown boots with black laces. She also had a pink hat perched atop on her head.
"Here, we have our first Blind Audition for today!" Dracul announced. "We have twenty-year-old medical student, Toris Laurinaitis. Here to support him is his best friend, Feliks…wait!" The Romanian man then stopped and looked at the blonde who was accompanying the nervous looking Toris. "Wait, hold it! Feliks…I thought Feliks was a guy's name-"
"Yeah and…? I am a guy," Feliks abruptly cut in. He then gave an impish smirk at Dracul's dumbfounded expression. "Like, totally."
Dracul clutched his head, "Fwaah…" he let loose a puff of air from the right side of his mouth. He sighed, "Wow…I got jacked on the first contestant auditioning! Ugh…" he then lowered his top hat onto his eyes so they were hidden from the viewer; however, there was something else noticeable (his ears were becoming cherry red). He then took a deep breath, "Okay…let's try this again…"
This time, Toris was able to get properly interviewed. He gave a weak smile, "My name is Toris Laurinaitis," he said. "I am twenty years old, and I'm currently studying for my medical degree…"
"He works so hard," Feliks sighed dramatically. "He would make a totally fantastic doctor, but he's also an even more fabulous singer!"
Toris gave a chuckle, "I don't really consider myself fabulous. In fact, I wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for Feliks." Seeing the confused look on the Romanian host's face, the Lithuanian man explained, "You see, I was always very self-conscious whenever I sang. I was debating whether or not to actually try out for the HetaVoice Blind Auditions. However, Feliks convinced me to do it in the end and, well…here I am."
Feliks puffed his chest out proudly, "He so owes me. Which is why he'll go shopping with me afterward and help me pick out some new clothes. I'm positive though; he's totally gonna make it. I can like, definitely not see the chance of him not making it! Mark my words!"
A few minutes later, Toris was now backstage in the Preparation Room. He bit his bottom lip and stared at the mirror, taking in deep breaths, trying to compose himself, obviously a nervous wreck. He then began pacing around; he was the first contestant for the day after all. "I can't believe I'll be singing to those four…" he said, voice noticeably shaky now. "All of them are amazing. Especially Alfred; I've always loved his songs and him as an artist in general. I wish I had the confidence that he and Feliks share; which is why I quite admire him…"
Back in the Waiting Room, Feliks was clapping his hands excitedly as he saw his best friend walk onto the Performance Stage. "You can totally do this, Tori!" he exclaimed, beaming brightly. "I know! You so have this in the bag!"
Dracul rubbed his head as he mumbled, "Still can't believe I didn't realize that this guy was a dude…"
Toris grabbed the mike from its stand and licked his lips as he stared out at the huge crowd and the four chairs whose backs were facing him. He took another deep breath, trying to calm his nerves one last time. His heart was beating so much that he felt that it was going to explode out of his chest at any moment. His stomach was feeling sick, too as it kept on winding and unwinding itself.
Nonetheless, the Lithuanian man shook his head, and then gave a nod to the musicians, signalling that he was ready. An acoustic guitar began to strum away in an even pace as well as an electric keyboard. The stage was coloured a lovely and vivid shade of golden yellow.
[Toris]
Well, you dawned on me and you bet that I felt it
I tried to be chill, but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
And now I'm trying to get back
The audience cheered out loud at hearing the well-known song. Toris' voice was much stronger than the original vocalist's, yet shared the same sincere tone.
Alfred arched an eyebrow as a grin spread out onto his face: this was one of his most favourite songs. He turned his head to look at his fellow Judges to see their reactions. Arthur had leaned forward in his seat as he listened closely to the voice that was being projected to them. Sadik was also deep in concentration, contemplating whether or not he should press his own button. Even Francine was deep in thought.
[Toris]
Before the cool done run out, I'll be giving it my bestest
And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn
To win some or learn some
But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours
Suddenly, a relaxed and laidback drumbeat accompanied the even-paced acoustic as well as a carefree bass. The audience cheered louder, causing Toris to smile. The Lithuanian man began to feel much better that nobody seemed to dislike or hate his performance so far.
This might not be so bad after all.
Meanwhile, back in the Waiting Room, Feliks was hopping on the heels of his boots. He seethed, "Come on, turn around! I know that you like, totally want to! You can turn around!"
Back at the Performance Stage, Sadik was now clapping his hands in rhythm to the beat. He then began swaying his head around to the melody, while Francine nodded her own head. Arthur was still concentrating hard and this time, even Alfred looked like he was deep in thought.
[Toris]
Well, open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn, you're free
A look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love, love
Listen to the music of the moment, people dance and sing
We're just one big family
And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved, love, loved, love, loved
So I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short, this is our fate
I'm yours
Inspired by the audience's positive reaction, Toris began to loosen himself a bit and started moving around the stage. This warranted louder cheers from the viewers, further encouraging him. The Lithuanian man began moving his hand and arm around as he sang, not knowing what he was doing but rather letting the music take his actions and make them flow.
Arthur then opened his eyes and shook his head. He then looked to his left at Sadik, who was now rubbing his stubbled chin, still deep in thought.
[Toris]
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
But do you want to come up?
Scooch on a bit closer dear
And I will lend you an ear
Scooch oh whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa! Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh…
Mm-mmm.
"Oh come on, seriously?!" Feliks was fuming. "Just press the button! Tori's totally killing that song! Press it!"
Seeing how manic and desperate the Polish man was looking, Dracul promptly moved away from him.
The drumbeat ceased while the other instruments continued to accompany Toris and his voice. He was slightly worried that nobody was turning around, but nonetheless, continued singing, silently praying for someone to turn around.
[Toris]
Well, I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
So I drew in a new face and laughed
Suddenly, it was as if his prayers were heard. For there was the sound of a button being pressed, eliciting an eruption of screams, cheers and whoops from the audience.
Alfred grinned as his chair swivelled around. His smile grew even wider when he saw the singer. He nodded in approval.
Toris was shocked for a moment at finally being chosen, and being chosen by none other than the singer he looked up to the most. Something bloomed in the Lithuanian man and he couldn't help but perform in a more lively fashion. The drumbeat picked up as well, appropriately matching the feeling of euphoria waving through Toris' being.
[Toris]
I guess what I'm a saying is there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons
It's what we aim to do
Our name is our virtue
But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours
Well, open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn, you're free
A look into your heart and you'll find it
The sky is yours!
There was the sound of another button being pressed, and it warranted a louder cheer from the audience. Sadik came face-to-face with the performer and smiled at the Lithuanian man.
Toris was even more taken aback that another Judge had turned around for him. He still continued to sing though, feeling even greater than before. He was practically dancing in the clouds.
Back in the Waiting Room, Feliks was jumping about in joy. He even grabbed Dracul and began jumping up and down on him, squealing in delight. The Romanian man looked unsure of what to do with the situation and just decided to do nothing, and thus remained limp.
[Toris]
So please don't
Please don't, please don't
There's no need to complicate
'Cause our time is short
And this oh, this oh, this is our fate
I'm yours!
Once the song ended, the audience applauded Toris' performance with great cheer. Alfred and Sadik were clapping like mad as they stood from their seats. The chairs of Francine and Arthur were automatically turned around to see the performer's face since they hadn't pressed their buttons.
"T-thank you," Toris gave a bow to the audience as his heart raced in his chest, the wave of euphoria still yet to leave him.
"Hey there, dude!" Alfred called, grinning. "So, what's your name?"
"I-I'm Toris," responded the Lithuanian man in a slight squeak, still unable to believe his good fortune. He cleared his throat to collect his voice again, "Toris Laurinaitis."
"That was one of my favourite songs, dude!" Alfred said, beam still present. "I loved the original, but I totes loved your version, too! It was just as awesome! I really loved how you were able to change the second singer's lyrics into your own! Hell, the song was changed into your own! Congrats!"
Toris' face had taken a grand shade of cherry red as he listened to the compliments he gained from the artist he respected and looked up to. "T-thank you," he said, responding with a smile. "Thank you so much; that really means a lot to me."
"As Alfred said before: congratulations on making it into HetaVoice," said Sadik, who was followed by loud cheers of approval. "Indeed, I wasn't sure what to expect, but what I did hear was…an honesty with that song. You sang honestly and that's what made the song your very own. Good job there, my brother."
"Thank you, Mr. Sadik," Toris said, sheepish smile now on his still scarlet face.
"Indeed," Francine agreed. "You do sound honest and there is a certain brand of sincerity as you sang. However, I did not turn around, mon cher, because I believed that you would suit one of these lovely gentlemen far better."
"Thanks, Frenchie!" Alfred said. He then looked at the British man, "Hey Artie, what's your excuse for not pressing your button?"
Arthur looked at the American man incredulously, "You seriously want me to say something? I didn't even press my button, so I don't find there any purpose for saying anything here."
"We wanna know why, man!" whined Alfred. "Why?!" there was laughter erupting from the audience at the bespectacled man's rather childish display as he rocked in his chair, trying to get Arthur to respond. Soon, some members of the audience agreed with the American man, pressuring the Brit to respond.
Arthur eventually gave in to the American man's moaning and the encouragement of the audience. He rolled his eyes, leaned forward on his chair, and looked Toris right in the eye. "Since this ninny refuses to shut his trap unless I give my input for some odd reason," he glared pointedly at Alfred. "I will say it now – I enjoyed your performance, make no mistake on that, however I just didn't feel anything…outstanding from it. I didn't feel like it was the kind of voice I need for my team. I'm sorry to be harsh, but it's the truth…"
Toris nodded and gave a small smile, "It's okay, I understand. Thanks for listening, though."
Arthur gave a nod back in respect, "The pleasure was all mine, chap."
"So, mon cher, who shall you pick?" Francine questioned the Lithuanian man as she rose from her seat. "Will you pick monsieur Alfred?" she motioned her arms to her left where the American man jerked a thumb at himself, grinning from ear-to-ear. "Or will you pick monsieur Sadik?" she then motioned to her far right where Sadik was seated. "The choice is up to you, mon cher."
"O-Oh!" Toris gaped slightly. He gulped, "Um…" the audience began calling out names to him, trying to hopefully affect his decision. The Lithuanian man was starting to feel a little dizzy and hot from all of the lights blaring down on him as well as the great amount of noise exploding all around him. He then squeezed his eyes shut to regain his composure before he decided to answer.
Meanwhile, back in the Waiting Room, Feliks looked quite nervous for his best friend; his best friend didn't apply well to pressure and here, it looked like the most pressurised event he had ever experienced.
Like, totally.
"Oh, Tori!" Feliks breathed. "You can do it! Just say who you want! No-one's gonna get angry at you or anything! It so doesn't matter who you'll go with!"
Back on the Performance Stage, Toris finally came to his decision. "I…I really and truly respect each and every one of you," he said earnestly. "Really I do, but…but…" he shook his head, as if to shake away the stammer. "I have to go with my gut feeling and who I choose…Alfred, I'm all yours!"
The American man jumped up in his seat and began whooping in delight. "Yes!" he cheered. "Hell yes!"
The audience screamed out in delight as Alfred leaved his chair and ran up to the Lithuanian man, who was also making his way down from the stage. The pair embraced while in the Waiting Room, Feliks was squealing even louder in delight – he was hopping around whilst grabbing onto Dracul's arm.
The Romanian host was not amused in the slightest. However, in the end, he sighed and applauded Toris for his performance and choice.
"Dude, we'll have so much fun together," Alfred beamed.
Toris couldn't help the smile that spread across his face, "That sounds nice."
"Totally!"
Here, the Lithuanian man couldn't help the chuckle; Alfred sounded like a certain Polish cross-dresser he knew, "I can't wait."
As soon as Toris left the Performance Stage, Alfred made his way back to his seat. On his way back, he suddenly turned to Sadik and stuck his tongue out, face scrunched up in a childish manner. "Take that, Sadik Adnan!" he jeered before seating himself back into his chair.
Sadik simply gave a breezy drawl, "Not the time to be a cocky bastard yet, Alfie! You're still a kid in a man's game!" here, Arthur suddenly gave a cackle while Francine arched an elegant eyebrow at the childish actions around her. She then looked at the audience and comically wriggled her eyebrows, causing the crowd to laugh.
"You're so on!" Alfred called as all four chairs swivelled back around again in preparation for the next contestant.
When Toris came into the Waiting Room, he was instantly met by Feliks' sharp squeal of joy and a large, tight embrace from him. The Lithuanian man returned it as soon as he gained it. "You were totally fabulous, Tori!" marvelled Feliks. "I am like, so proud of you!"
Toris gave a laugh, "Honestly, I couldn't have made it here without you, Feliks."
Feliks chuckled, "You're right. Now, how about we go to the mall now?"
The Lithuanian man shrugged, "Sure; since I owe you. You can buy all the outfits you want."
The Polish man suddenly responded, "Yes…and no. We're gonna like; find gorgeous new outfits for you, Tori! You need to present yourself in a flashier manner! I mean, have you like, seen what some of the other contestants wear? There was that small girl who was rocking the oriental Asian look and then there was this guy with a curl who was wearing the like, most stunning jacket! Oh! And-!"
Toris gave a helpless shrug in Dracul's direction, "That's how he is."
Dracul sighed as he waved goodbye to the pair. He then rubbed his head and licked his lips. "Geez…" he mused. "Such an odd pair…" he then gave a shrug and looked fondly after them. "But…it's nice to have a good friend…"
[THIS IS HETAVOICE!]
"Okay!" Dracul gave a big exhale, and then grinned at the audience, looking to be much better than before. "Now! The next contestant coming in, hoping to have a spot on someone's team is Miss Emma van Stein! Here to support her is her older brother, Lars."
He then gestures to a Belgian woman who was walking onto the red carpet, standing tall and positive. She had short and wavy yellow blonde hair that was held back by a green ribbon headband, as well as twinkling almond eyes of matching colour. She was wearing a long, yet simple, light aqua dress accompanied by a pale pink bolero. There was an apron also over the dress.
She was chatting excitedly to a Dutch man who practically towered over Dracul. He had sharp, storm blue eyes and short, spiky dark blonde hair with sideburns. He wore a long, striped scarf adorned with the colours dark blue and white. He also had a vertical scar situated above his right eye.
Dracul didn't want to know where the man got that scar from. He tried to avoid keeping eye contact with him and turned his attention to the woman, who looked much friendlier.
"My name is Emma van Stein and I'm twenty-four years old," she smiled warmly. "I work with my big brother here in our very own patisserie."
"Patisserie?" Dracul couldn't help but lick his lips, "Mmm…cakes and sweets…"
Emma laughed at the Romanian host's dreamy look, "We work really hard everyday. It's nice to make cakes and sweets for everyone to enjoy and we get enough customers to last us for the necessities. I love my job, but I also love singing."
"No kidding," said Lars, the tall Dutch man and Emma's older brother, monotonously. "Everyday, while she works, she either hums or sings. It's nice to hear her sing and hum; I don't have a problem with that, but if she repeats the same damn song over and over again for two to three days straight…"
The Belgian woman gave a nervous laugh as she patted her older brother's shoulder, "I do admit; sometimes I get a bit too…carried away…" she then shrugged, "But I can't help it. I love singing – it goes on par with being a pâtissier! I would love to bake and sing for the rest of my life."
Lars sighed, "You're already doing that…"
"I meant to have singing as a serious career as well – not just baking."
"…I guess having singing as a serious career would be nice for her, too," admitted Lars. "She's genuinely good at it, I admit."
Now that she was backstage, Emma was taking deep breaths as she looked upward, seemingly trying to collect herself. She then hummed slightly to herself to check her voice and gave a nod. She then gripped her hands into fists, nodded and hunched down slightly with a small, "Yes!" She was able to be interviewed by Dracul another time before going onstage.
"Though…I would get disappointed if none of the Judges would turn around for me, I admit," she said slowly. "I wouldn't mind, either – I can just get back to working with my brother. We can manage our patisserie just fine. Still, I would just love to have a moment up there to show everyone what I can do."
She suddenly stepped delicately onto the Performance Stage, her footsteps echoing throughout the whole room. Everyone eagerly watched in silence as she gave them a warm smile, wondering what the Belgian woman sounded like.
Meanwhile, in the Waiting Room, Lars was watching proudly at his younger sister, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. Standing by his side, the Romanian host only reached up to the Dutch man's nose (including his top hat). Seeing her grab the mike from its stand, Lars breathed, "There she goes…"
Dracul nodded, "Yup." He then carefully patted the Dutch man's shoulder, "Best of luck to her…" Lars nodded in agreement, eyes never leaving the screen before him. Seeing that the Dutch man didn't react negatively to his actions, the Romanian host felt more at ease.
Back on the Performance Stage, Emma tapped a little on the mike and blew in it slightly, testing if it worked. Once that was done, she gave a nod to the musicians, signalling that she was ready to go. A piano began playing in a smooth tone, emanating a cool and relaxed poise. The stage was coloured a rich sapphire blue as the Belgian woman gave a hum to start her performance.
[Emma]
Mmmm…
Suddenly, the piano was accompanied by a drumbeat that matched the relaxed composure emanated from the piano as well as an acoustic guitar that played a more crisp tone.
[Emma]
I keep your picture beside my bed
I still remember everything you said
I always thought our love was so right
I guess I was wrong
"Whoo!" Sadik called as he began swaying his head around. Someone in the audience also screamed in agreement, warranting more cheers to implode around the crowd.
Emma couldn't help but smile at the positive reaction she was gaining. She moved her body slightly to the constant time of the song and continued singing, her green eyes sparkling. She was singing with a voice in a bit of a higher range, but it was strong, positive and very expressive; determined to show what it was made of.
[Emma]
I always thought you'd be by my side
But, but now you're gone
All I wanna know baby, if what we had was good,
How come you don't call me anymore?
Anymore…
"Man, what soul!" marvelled Alfred.
Sadik then leaned close to his button, his hand inches away from pressing it, much to the delight of the crowd. He then wriggled his hand that was close to his button as he cupped the other around his ear, listening closely.
Alfred gave a laugh at Sadik's actions while Francine leaned back in her chair, listening closely to the voice put before their ears. Arthur also shut his eyes, concentrating.
[Emma]
Still like a fire on a rainy night
I still like it better, better when you're holding me tight
Everybody said, everybody said that we should never part
Tell me baby, baby
Why, why, why?
Why you wanna break my heart?
All I wanna baby, if what we had was good
How come you don't call me anymore?
"Come on, Emma…" Lars grumbled in the Waiting Room, now looking understandably nervous for his younger sister. Dracul patted the tall Dutch man's shoulder, nodding sympathetically.
Back on the Performance Stage, Sadik was now clicking his fingers in time with the beat of the song as Francine turned her gaze onto Arthur. The British man was clutching at his forehead as he continued staring down at his button, contemplating whether or not he should press it and face the singer.
Alfred was observing the actions of his three fellow Judges carefully. He then fixed his eyes onto his own button. Emma's voice suddenly became stronger than before and, with great control, she was able to easily go through with the hook of the song that was on a higher note than the previous parts of the song.
[Emma]
Sometimes it feels like I'm gonna die
If you don't call me pappa
And ooh, you got to try
Will get down on my knees, I am begging you please
Please!
Because of this, Arthur slammed his hand down on the button, causing it to swivel around. However, as soon has his hand made contact with the shiny, red surface, Francine slammed her hand down on her button as did Sadik.
All three chairs simultaneously lit up and turned around, causing a great explosion of cries, whoops and cheers to emit from the audience who marvelled at the fact that not one or two, but three Judges had turned around at exactly the same time.
Emma was ecstatic upon seeing them turn around, and as such, it made her want to perform even harder. She continued beaming brightly at the three Judges as they listened in delight to her voice.
Lars made a triumphant gesture at seeing his sister finally being picked and by not one, nor two, but three Judges at the same time. He gave a loud roar of victory. Dracul was also applauding the Belgian woman's success.
[Emma]
Come on.
Just come on home.
Said why on earth won't just you just pick up the phone?
How come you don't call me baby?
Just pick up your phone and call me
Call me
Just pick up your phone and call me.
Before the performance could fully come to a conclusion, Alfred then gave a yell in defeat (though he was laughing soon after) as he pressed his own button, causing it to swivel around and the audience's cries to now shoot out of the building.
Once Emma finished performing, she bowed to the audience, smile still present on her face. Arthur stood from his seat, applauding her on a performance well done as did Francine.
"Ce qui était beau!" the French woman said in awe.
Emma adjusted her hair-band as she gave a laugh, feeling her face take on a dusty red at all the praise she was getting. The audience and remaining two Judges then stood on their feet, giving her a standing ovation. The Belgian woman couldn't help the smile on her face.
Once the hype died down, the Judges sat back in their seats. "What's your name, ma chére?" questioned Francine.
"My name's Emma Van Stein," responded the Belgian woman.
"Emma…" repeated Francine.
"Emma…" breathed Arthur, smiling to himself.
"And I'm twenty-four years old," concluded Emma after allowing the audience's applause and cries of approval to die down.
"That was absolutely amazing!" praised Francine. "When I first heard you, I thought that maybe we could take you out of that box that is just of R&B. That was what made me hesitate a little, but then I heard those moments in the hook of the song and the control of your voice…I believe we can bring out all the different parts that you have in you."
"Really?" Arthur asked, lifting his nose high in the air. "Because unlike you, I didn't hesitate."
"We went at the same time!" Francine said in an uncharacteristically much sharper tone.
"Well, unlike frog princess here, I was building it all up because you were building it all up in your performance," Arthur explained with a smile. "You practically took me out to the peak. I just had to reach that peak first before choosing to turn around."
"The peak, hm?" Francine smiled mischievously. "I didn't know you thought that way, mon petite lapin…"
"What? Wait, no!" Arthur shouted, his face growing beet red as the audience laughed and whistled at the obvious innuendo that Francine had made. "That's not what I meant! You-!"
Emma laughed at the joke as well, chuckling as much as the members of the audience, Sadik and Alfred; she liked a good joke here and there – and this one was pretty well played. Francine then spoke up, "Would you really like someone like that as your coach? That sounded creepy, no?"
"I was not being creepy, you sodding frog princess! You twisted my bloody words around!" Arthur's face was a cherry red. However, he shifted his attention back to Emma, who was still emanating a glowing smile, "She twisted my words around, but you can tell; I'm absolutely passionate when it comes to something that I want."
"Yeah, I can see that," Emma pointed at the Judge's chairs where it read "I WANT YOU" at the base, in glowing, white letters.
Arthur continued, "I see you as a lady with refined confidence, yet at the same time, you have a vivid and funky energy that shines through that surface and it warms the whole room. I adore you; I would be thrilled for you to be a part of my team, dove."
Emma laughed, "Okay, I'll consider it, Arthur." She then turned her gaze onto Alfred, who looked like he was ready to speak.
"I'm totally digging your style that you got going on," the American man said with a big grin.
Emma smoothed out her apron and dress and gave a small bow in his direction "Aww…thank you."
"I was even more thrilled when my chair turned around!" continued Alfred. "I was so glad that I hit my button. Your voice was seriously that awesome! Therefore, I would totes love it if you joined my team!"
"Thank you," Emma smiled back.
"Emma," spoke up Sadik. "Miss Emma, you were fantastic. Fantastic choice of song. I loved it, and I loved you. Your voice was just fantastic. I thought that you had more voice than that song gave you to showcase. My advice for you; remain on your lane and stay there."
"Which is totally my lane!" piped up Alfred.
"In your dreams, you wanker!" snapped Arthur, glaring. "I don't intend on giving up easily!"
Emma couldn't help but laugh at the Judges' antics; the audience agreeing with her, joining in her laughter. Francine then spoke up before an argument could break out between the Brit and the American (which may or may not involve fists). "Look, it's not a bad place to be in," the French woman said. "Monsieur Sadik wants you, mon petite lapin needs you, monsieur Alfred has to have you, but you're going to go with moi!"
The audience couldn't help but give a round of applause at the clever remark made by the French woman and gave a loud cheer at her words. Sadik and Alfred also couldn't help but applaud. The American man was cracking up at the French woman's words while Sadik smirked, "Well played, Frenchie. Well played."
Suddenly, the atmosphere tensed and the audience began shouting Judges' names at Emma's direction. The Belgian woman's smile faltered as she stared at everyone before her. In a shyer voice, she asked, "Is this…is this where I have to make my decision?"
Francine cleared her throat while Arthur clutched his head into his hands. Alfred leaned a bit forward on his arms while Sadik stretched back into his chair. All four were awaiting her answer.
Emma closed her eyes for a moment, as if regaining her composure, and opened them again, her mouth open slightly; looking as if she were about to say something, but she then closed it again as she exhaled. She rubbed her forehead and looked skyward, thinking for a moment, until she finally glanced back to the Judges and cleared her throat, gaining everyone's attention.
Everyone leaned forward to hear who she picked. She placed the mike close to her lips again as she finally gave her choice.
"So Arthur."
The British man perked up at his name being called, unable to believe what he was hearing – he was certain that the Belgian woman was won over by Francine. His emerald eyes widened as his jaw dropped at the smiling Belgian woman on the stage.
"It's so Arthur."
"M-me?" Arthur was pointing at himself, at a loss for words. But in a good way.
Emma laughed at how speechless and surprised the British man looked and nodded, "I want you, too!"
Arthur punched the air in triumph as the audience roared in delight at the Belgian woman's choice. Emma began making her way down from the Performance Stage towards the British man and likewise, said British man made his way towards the Belgian woman. The pair gathered into an embrace (though Arthur's cheeks were an even unhealthier shade of red).
"You won't regret it, dove," Arthur vowed, a sincere smile on his face. "Really, you won't, I promise."
Emma smiled, "I'll take your word for it."
The Belgian woman then waved goodbye as she exited the Performance Stage, still as cheerful as ever. Arthur walked back into his seat, feeling like he was up on cloud nine. Sadik laughed and patted the British man's shoulder, "Lucky bastard you are, Arthur! Plus, she's not bad-looking, too!"
Francine sighed and gave a smirk at the British man's direction, "Well played, mon petite lapin. Very well played…"
Arthur simply responded with a feeble glare, "Don't ever twist my words around again, sodding frog princess."
As soon as she entered the Waiting Room, Emma let out a scream of delight as she leapt into her older brother's arms. Lars was extremely proud of his younger sister and he picked her up as the pair embraced.
"That was great," Lars said, a small smile suddenly settling on his usually serious features. Dracul was a little surprised at seeing the Dutch man smile – his face looked far too grumpy to be associated with such an expression.
"I gave it my all," Emma laughed. "But I'm so glad you were here to watch me, bro!"
Before the siblings finally left the HetaVoice Building, Emma was able to be interviewed one last time by Dracul.
"I chose Arthur because I could see the definite fire in his eyes," Emma explained in reply, cat-like smile still spread out on her face. "He was serious, sincere and passionate with what he said, and I believe him. I believe that he will be a good coach for me – I can't wait for what's coming next!"
Seeing their retreating forms, Dracul then smiled, "And Miss Emma van Stein leaves on a satisfied note; as the third
member of Team Arthur Kirkland!"
[THIS IS HETAVOICE!]
Dracul cleared his throat as the next contestant starting strutting onto the red carpet. A Prussian woman.
This Prussian woman had rather long and wild, white hair as well as having heterochromia in both eyes – they were pink on the top part of the iris, but blue on the bottom. She also sported a scar on her left cheek, under her eye and was wearing white, thigh-high boots, a black mini-skirt and a rather large, indigo jacket that came to a stop shortly below her skirt. A little yellow chick was perched on her shoulder, sporting a bow.
Accompanying her was a taller German woman. She had short, pale blonde hair, calm light blue eyes and was clad in a black tank-top, khaki cargo pants and brown combat boots. This woman looked to be older and much stricter than the Prussian who was strutting down the red carpet. Dracul came up to the pair to interview them.
"The name's Julia Weillschmidt. But you guys can just call me Julchen," the Prussian woman smirked. Dracul couldn't help but feel a rather overconfident air radiate from her being. The Romanian host shrugged – didn't matter if a woman had plenty of confidence, right?
Right.
"What are your expectations here for HetaVoice?" questioned Dracul.
The Prussian woman gave a laugh, "I'm expecting someone to turn around! I can sing, which is because I'm so awesome, however it's perfectly fine if nobody turns around!"
"Really?" Dracul asked. "How come? Why do you say that?"
"Because I'm awesome at other things!"
Dracul began to wonder if the word 'awesome' was this woman's catchphrase. He couldn't help but be reminded of a singer that Miss Francine Bellemare was really associated with, but he decided not to ask since there was the possibility that they probably weren't related. Plus, their last names were different, so…
"She's really confident about herself," sighed Louise, the German woman and Julchen's younger sister as Dracul interviewed her. "If she doesn't get picked though, I admit; I'm not really sure if she'll get bothered by it or not. She's very overconfident that someone will turn around, yet…if nobody does, she's overconfident that she's so 'awesome', that she doesn't need anyone to tell her that she's good…singing is no exception."
"Well, do you think she's any good?" Dracul asked when Julchen left to ready herself in the Preparation Room.
Louise shrugged, "She's definitely not horrible…"
The Romanian host shrugged at the response he got, "Fair enough."
Julchen was already heading over to the Performance Stage in big confident strides with her head held high. She smirked at the audience as her footsteps echoed throughout the stage. Some of the men were already ogling her as she stood centre stage with the mike in hand.
Meanwhile, the Judges themselves were leaning back on their seat. Sadik smirked at his fellow Judges, "Wasn't much of a long walk, this one."
"Not at all, old chap," Arthur nodded in agreement, his arms crossed over his chest.
Francine arched a delicate eyebrow after hearing the footsteps of the contestant stop. "It's a woman," said the French woman.
"What makes you so sure?" Alfred asked, giving her a curious look.
"If you listened to her footsteps carefully, mon ami, she is wearing heels."
The Performance Stage suddenly tinted a dark shade of violet as Julchen shut her eyes, a rather calm expression passing over her face. Her eyes suddenly shot open, revealing her odd-coloured orbs as she sang out the first lines in a strict and sharp voice, prompting the musicians to start after.
[Julchen]
Nanana, come on!
A techno-like melody loudly blared; reverberating around the stage as the Prussian woman began stamping one heeled boot down in sync to the beat.
[Julchen]
Nanana, come on!
Nanananana, come on!
Nanananana, come on!
Nanana, come on, come on, come on!
Nananana, come on!
The melody continued with its laidback yet grit sounding rhythm. Suddenly, a relaxed yet crisp drumbeat accompanied the music. Some people in the audience screamed in delight or surprise at recognizing what the Prussian's song was. Others gave a loud 'Ohhh!' in glee.
[Julchen]
Nanana, come on!
Nanananana, come on!
Nanana, come on, come on, come on!
Nananana…
Feels so good being bad,
There's no way I'm turning back
Now the pain is my pleasure.
'Cause nothing could measure.
Love is great, love is fine
Out the box, outta line
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more.
Surprisingly, Julchen's voice changed from that sharp, strict tone in the beginning to a much softer and mellower tone for the verse.
Sadik began clapping his hands in rhythm to the song, his head nodding up and down to go along with the beat. Arthur meanwhile arched his eyebrows, now recognizing the song. He instantly reddened after remembering what the lyrics were like.
Alfred laughed at the British man's flushed face as did Francine, who smirked. Sadik followed the great 'oh' that connected the verse to the chorus.
[Julchen]
'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break by bones
But chains and whips excite me
'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break by bones
But chains and whips excite me
Julchen's voice regained the grit during the chorus, and she seemed to be enjoying her performance. She confidently made her way to the front of the Performance Stage and even tossed her hair at one point, eliciting a loud cheer of approval as she sang on with not a care in the world.
Alfred couldn't help but mouth the words of the song to himself, a grin spreading out on his face. Arthur was still red at this point, Francine noticed. The French woman smiled at him.
Of course, this didn't go on unnoticed by Arthur. "What are you looking at, frog princess?" the British man asked, irritated.
Francine smirked, "I can see how uncomfortable you are with this performer's song choice, monsieur lapin."
"D-don't be absurd!" snapped Arthur. "It's just…the song's lyrics are shocking, that's all! I don't have a problem with the song otherwise!"
Francine nodded, "Sure, sure…whatever you say, mon petite lapin."
[Julchen]
Nanana, come on
Come on, come on
I like it, like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it, like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it, like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it, like it
Love is great, love is fine
Out the box, outta line
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more
'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me
Meanwhile, back in the Waiting Room, Louise was watching her older sister's performance with a serious expression, however, Dracul noticed, the strict mask was progressively starting to fade away the longer that Julchen performed with none of the chairs around.
Dracul asked the German woman, "You nervous?"
Louise licked her lips, "Ja. I am."
The Romanian man nodded as he patted her shoulder, "It's alright to feel that way, you know."
Much to his surprise, the German woman had a slight red tinge that was added to her pale features. She gave a nod as she cleared her throat and fixated her blue orbs back to the screen. Dracul's red eyes followed. Julchen's bird decided to leave Louise's shoulder and fluttered up to Dracul, deciding to perch herself on his little top hat. The Romanian host arched an eyebrow at this but simply grinned his fanged smile and petted the little, feathery ball of fluff.
[Julchen]
Nanana, come on
Come on, come on
I like it, like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it, like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it, like it
Come on, come on, come on
S, s, s and m, m, m
S, s, s and m, m, m
Ohhh, I love the feeling you bring to me
Oh you turn me on
It's exactly what I ventured in for,
Give it to me strong and meet me in my boudoir
Make my body say AH!
I like it.
Alfred's curiosity then peaked after hearing Julchen unleashing a greatly rung up and down note at the last word of the second last line. The American man shook his head, "I have so gotta see this!"
He slammed his hand down on his red button, instantly prompting the chair to spin around. When the American man caught sight of the Prussian woman, he yelled and whooped in delight. "Yes!" he shouted, making a triumphant gesture; some of the audience agreed with Alfred's calls of approval and applauded him for turning around. "Hell yes!"
Arthur arched an eyebrow, "What the bloody hell is that wanker so delighted about?"
Sadik shrugged, "Beats me…"
The English man stared at the American man who looked possibly ecstatic from the performer. Arthur rolled his eyes; knowing that look on Alfred's face, it must be a rather fetching lady or, as the American would put it so bluntly, 'a totally hot and sexy chick!'
Back in the Waiting Room, Louise let out a sigh of relief as she clutched her chest. She wiped the sweat from her forehead as Dracul patted her shoulder. "He pressed it…" the German woman sighed. "He pressed it…that's good…"
"I know, right?" Dracul asked, flashing his fanged grin. "Brilliant!"
[Julchen]
'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me
'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me
Sadik's curiosity was soon starting to escalate, too. However, at just the moment he was about to press his button, he then stopped. He groaned as he stared at Arthur, "So close!" Arthur simply shrugged at the Turkish man. Francine slumped over, her eyes practically a few centimetres from the button's shiny, red surface.
Alfred was laughing as he nodded up and down, eyes transfixed on the Prussian woman before him. He had never seen a contestant perform with such confidence and swag before.
[Julchen]
Nanana, come on
Come on, come on
I like it, like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it, like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it, like it
Come on, come on, come on
I like it, like it
S, s, s and m, m, m
S, s, s and m, m, m
S, s, s and m, m, m
S, s, s and m, m, m
And with that, the song finally came to a close and the performance was over. Alfred was beaming the whole way as he then shouted in triumph, "Mine! All mine!" the audience screamed in agreement as they clapped and cheered the Prussian woman. Said Prussian woman smirked at the audience and gave them an acknowledging nod. She waved to some people in the audience, "Thanks. Thank you. Danke."
The other chairs then swivelled around as the Judges applauded the performance, too. Some whistles were heard as the applauding died down. The three other Judges stared at the Prussian woman before them.
"Wow," said Sadik as he grinned at Julchen. "What's your name?"
"Julchen."
"Julchen?"
"Ja, just call me Julchen," the Prussian woman responded, smiling mischievously at the Turkish man.
"Julchen," Sadik said as he leaned forward in his seat. "I liked your performance. I really, really liked it, but…I didn't love it.."
"Well she has Alfred and he'll probably have a lot to bloody say," spoke up Arthur who was still leaning back on his chair with his arms still folded over his chest.
"Damn right I do!" piped up Alfred. He turned his gaze to Julchen, "You know what, dudette? You're trouble!" he smiled at the laugh that came from the Prussian woman's mouth. "You picked a good song that could tell your personality. I have a feeling that you're open to a lot of different things."
"Definitely," said Julchen. "The awesome me is!"
"What?" Alfred asked as he noticed Sadik chuckling and Francine smirking. Some members of the audience were also laughing and cackling at the American man's words. "What? No, I didn't mean it that way, you pervs," Alfred laughed.
"Well, it was enjoyable, ma chére," said Francine, putting down her input. "Everyone was even dancing around in the room. I was like monsieur Sadik here, too – I liked your performance…but I wasn't in love with it. But, with all due respect, you're in good hands with monsieur Alfred."
"Aww, thanks my French buddy!" smiled Alfred. He then continued speaking to Julchen, "You know something else? I turned also because there was a moment when you sang where you were having a really, really great time and at the same time, your voice was totally in synch with that! And I have a feeling that there'll be so many great things about to come from this and I can't wait to work with you."
"Danke, Alfred," smiled Julchen. "The awesome me thanks you."
"I love how you talk, too!" laughed Alfred. "I love the confidence brimming from you!"
The pair suddenly came over to each other as the audience cheered and applauded again. Alfred and Julchen engage in a bro-greeting at first, and then exchanged hugs. The American man spoke up, "Really am totes excited to work with you!"
"Yeah, same here!"
When Julchen entered the Waiting Room, she gave a haughty laugh again, a hand on her hip and her head held high, "See West? I told you, I'd make it through! Now give your big sis a hug!"
Before Louise could respond however, Julchen had rushed forward and wrapped her arms around her taller and much more serious younger sister. Louise looked really taken aback from being embraced, her face cherry red, but nonetheless, she returned the embrace, albeit a bit awkwardly at first.
Dracul couldn't help but bemused at the sight. However, he gave a thumbs-up to Louise who then looked much more comfortable after a few seconds from embracing Julchen. The two sisters left in good spirits with Julchen chatting up a storm in rapid German.
The Romanian host sighed, "It must be nice to have siblings…"
Julchen's bird chirped in agreement.
[THIS IS HETAVOICE!]
"Now, join me with our next contestant!" grinned Dracul as he fixed his little top hat from where a yellow ball of fluff sat earlier. "Coming to the HetaVoice Building is twenty-five-year-old Lien Nguyen. Joining her here today is her best friend, Xiang Mei!"
This time, there was a Vietnamese woman with her dark hair tied back into a ponytail, her bangs seemingly trying to cover her honey-gold eyes. She was wearing a forest green ao dai, white trousers, and sandals as well as a straw hat. Strangely enough, she was also carrying a paddle.
There was a young, Taiwanese teenage girl who was chatting excitedly alongside the woman. The girl had long brown hair with a wild curly strand sticking out on the right side of her head. She was wearing a peach-coloured qipao with gold trim and long, flowing sleeves as well as pink flowers in her hair.
"I am Lien, Lien Nguyen," the Vietnamese woman said in a low tone when Dracul came forward to interview her. She looked somewhat tense as the camera focused more on her face. Noticing her rigid frame, Dracul gave the girl, Mei, a questioning look.
Mei patted Lien's shoulders and beamed, "You'll be perfectly fine, Lien-chan! I know it! Just take a deep, deep breath!"
Lien did just that – she was always so nervous when it came to cameras; she wasn't photogenic, in her opinion. She inhaled deeply and after a few seconds, let out a big exhale. She nodded, looking much better than before. "Thank you Mei, well…as I said before my name is Lien Nguyen," she cleared her throat. "I originally came from Ho Chi Minh City, but I moved out after things were becoming…far too hectic back home…I lost my parents when I was thirteen from a horrid brawl. I was sent away to a children's home and there, I met Mei."
Mei nodded, "I'm from Taiwan actually, but I was sent to Vietnam. I met Lien-chan at the children's home and ever since then, we've been close friends!" she wrapped her arms around the older woman, enveloping her into a warm and tight embrace.
Lien sighed, "I eventually grew old enough to take Mei away. Now, here we are…"
"During all those times, Lien-chan would sing lullabies to me whenever I couldn't go to sleep or whenever I was sad," Mei smiled. "She's amazing at singing! Seriously! During any singing competitions that were held back in town, she would win them or at least come second!"
"That's…pretty much how I was able to gain money to buy a pair of plane tickets and have us move," Lien said sheepishly.
In the Preparation Room, the Vietnamese woman was inhaling in and out, her hands resting on her diaphragm as her eyes fixed onto the ground, pondering it seemed. "It would be nice to be picked," she said softly. "HetaVoice is where nobody can judge you by your appearance, but rather your skills. I don't have much thought or opinion on my appearance – I find myself rather plain, but…my voice is a different story. I have plenty of confidence with it, especially with the fact that nobody will be facing me at all at first. They will only hear me…"
She then made her way out onto the Performance Stage; her hat still perched on her head, causing a great amount of curiosity to pool over the crowd since her face wasn't in view. The members of the audience were leaning forward, trying to get a better glimpse of the Vietnamese woman's face.
"There's the walk," noted Sadik as he could hear the soft footsteps calmly coming onto the stage. "This one's longer than the last one..."
Francine sighed as she patted her chest, "I'm getting so nervous, mon cher…"
"Can't tell whether this one's a dude or a chick," Alfred said, scowling slightly; he tried to listen if there were heels this time, but this person didn't seem to be wearing them, so it was hard to determine. Arthur calmly leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, waiting for the singer to start performing.
Back in the Waiting Room, Mei was clapping her hands together, feeling both excited yet nervous for the older woman she looked up to. Dracul smiled at the Taiwanese girl and patted her shoulder. Mei noticed the Romanian man and beamed, "You should hear her!"
"Really now?" Dracul asked lightly. "Is she seriously that good?"
"Definitely! Her voice will blow you away!"
Lien then slowly removed her hat, revealing her face to the audience after calming herself down a bit. She tried to cease the twisting and turning that was taking place in her stomach as the lights blared down at her. She gave an inaudible sigh as she took the mike from its stand. The stage was appropriately shaded crimson, contrasting the Vietnamese woman to the stage. She timidly shuffled in her spot and cleared her throat, trying to gather as much composure as she could, while at the same time, gained everyone's thorough attention.
All of a sudden, the Vietnamese woman opened her mouth and for a moment, everybody was stunned in their spots.
[Lien]
This is a, a man's world
This is a man's world
But it won't be nothing, without a woman or a girl
Much to everyone's shock and delight, a very strong sound emanated from the Vietnamese woman, who then made a harsh gesture to emphasize the lyrics of the song. A lot of people screamed in glee at seeing how much strength and control that Lien placed in her voice.
A grim yet relaxed drumbeat began at the spot as well as a sober sounding bass and acoustic guitar that played on every second beat. Soon, a quiet piano played in a similarly moderate tone
Alfred's jaw dropped at hearing the voice, "Oh my God! What the hell?!"
Arthur's eyes were boggled as his eyes flew open. He instantly slammed his hand down on his button, much to everyone's shock. Alfred also pressed his own button, a few seconds behind the British man.
[Lien]
Man made the car
To take us over the road
Man made the train
To carry that heavy load
Man made electric lights
To take us out of the dark
Yeah, and man made the boat for the water
Like Noah made the ark
This is a man's, a man's world
But it won't be nothing without a woman or a girl
The audience exploded into applause after seeing that two of the Judges had turned around at once. Some were even up from their seats and hopping up and down in great cheer.
"What the hell?" Alfred laughed at seeing the singer. It was a simple looking Asian woman in his eyes. "Man! What the hell?"
Arthur was staring in shock at the singer before him and leaned forward on his seat. He was watching her intently with widened emerald hues.
Sadik and Francine exchanged a glance; they were both quite shocked that Alfred and Arthur had already pressed their buttons. They both had to admit – it was a very strong, mature voice with a great amount of control, however; they both wanted to hear a bit more before finally choosing to turn, too.
Back in the Waiting Room, Mei was screaming in delight as she was jumping up and down, gripping onto Dracul, who was quite flabbergasted himself. Lien was seriously so shy looking, that it was unbelievable that such a big voice had come from her being.
Lien herself was stunned at having two of the Judges turn around – she didn't think she was that good. A smile had suddenly spread across her face, which shocked even herself since she knew she was incapable of such a facial expression, however this whole thing was bizarre, so maybe her smiling wouldn't be out of the norm here…
[Lien]
Man thinks about a little baby girl
And a baby boy
Man makes them happy
'Cause man makes them toys
And after everything
After everything he can,
You know man makes money
To buy from another man
This is a man's, a man's world
But it won't be nothing without a woman or a girl
"Dude!" Alfred called, scratching his head, still speechless. "Oh man! Man, oh man…"
Arthur continued watching Lien's actions and face carefully as he seated himself back down, only finally realizing that he was crouching a bit up from his seat.
Back in the Waiting Room, Mei was still delighted upon the success of the woman who was like a sister to her. She made many triumphant gestures as Dracul gave a laugh, "Wow! Did not expect that, either! What a song and what a voice!"
Mei beamed, her eyes teary, "This song actually holds a lot of meaning to Lien-chan."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, really…oh wait…oh my God!" Mei was squealing in delight even more. She started bouncing up and down and gripped onto Dracul. She was so ecstatic that she even took Dracul's hat and threw it up in the air in glee. The Romanian man's little top hat went flying.
Dracul looked at the screen and saw that both Francine and Sadik exchange nods and finally, press their buttons at the same time, coming face-to-face with the Vietnamese woman.
Lien was even more stunned that now she had all the Judges' attention, and the smile suddenly grew larger on her face. The audience had by now screamed at the top of their lungs at seeing the remaining two Judges swivel around.
Francine and Sadik were both shocked at seeing the singer, but after a while, the French woman smiled as she leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes to listen. Sadik looked enthralled.
[Lien]
He's lost in the wilderness
He's lost in bitterness
This is a man's, a man's world
But it won't be nothing, yeah!
"Whoo!" called Sadik as he raised a fist in the air, commending Lien's performance thus far. Alfred agreed with his cat-calling.
"Sing it!" much to everyone's shock, Arthur had shouted that line to the Vietnamese woman. Alfred's jaw dropped at the Brit's call while Sadik guffawed and Francine stared at Arthur in amazement.
[Lien]
Without a woman or a girl…
The performance ended with all of the instruments that partook, ending at the same time in unison. As soon as the song finished, the audience exploded in delight, rising from their chairs as did the four Judges. Lien now placed a hand on her face, her cheeks dusted with a heavy red as she crouched a little, still dizzy from the wave of euphoria that flowed during her performance.
Mei was applauding and crying in delight in the Waiting Room as she hugged Dracul. Much to the Romanian host's surprise, she gripped really tightly. Dracul gave a choking laugh, "W-wow!"
"Whoa!" Alfred called as everyone started to die down a bit and sit down again back at the Performance Stage. "Wow, dudette! What is your name?"
Lien fixed some bangs that had gotten into her eyes as she gripped the mike with both hands. She swallowed to regain her voice and cleared her throat, "My name is Lien Nguyen, and I…er…"
"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, man!" Alfred shook his head at how shy the Vietnamese woman actually was. "You can't talk that way when you just sang like that!" Francine laughed at the American's comment while Arthur shot him daggers with his eyes.
Lien cleared her throat as she spoke again; this time in a much steadier voice, "My name is Lien Nguyen. I am twenty-five years old and I originally came from Ho Chi Minh City."
"No, no, no, no," Alfred spoke up, waving his arms around frantically as several people in the audience cheered. "You're totally from outer space!"
"…What?" Lien stared at the American man incredulously. Several members of the audience were laughing as was Francine at the remark. "Outer space? I'm not, really…" she said.
"That was unbelievable, man. It was crazy!" nodded Alfred. "Really crazy."
Francine then chose to speak up, "That was…absolument sensationnel! What is it that makes you find that deep kind of depth when you sing?"
Lien thought for a moment, "It's…I just enjoy singing. It's the place where I go to when I'm down and whenever my best friend is down…"
Hearing herself getting mentioned, Mei was burying her hands in her huge sleeves in embarrassment as Dracul patted her back.
Back at the Performance Stage, Francine smiled, "Okay, well I would just like you to know, ma chére that I love you immensely, of course. And, it says everything…" she motioned to the big white letters at the base of the chairs. "I want you. And if you would like to come with me, of course I'd be happy to work with you and your incredible talent."
After the audience died down from their applause to Francine's words, Sadik then chose to speak. "I swear to God, I think you swallowed Janice Joplin," said the Turkish man. Lien covered her mouth, feeling herself redden a bit as she gave a small giggle; the audience laughed at Sadik's remark, too. Sadik continued, "It was…I was amazed…a thousand and fifty is what you must be really when it comes to age, because from that voice – you can hear many, many lives. I was just so…stunned to hear that tonight. Good job."
Everyone nodded at Sadik's comment and as a result, all eyes were drawn to Arthur as he was the only Judge left to speak. The British man was rubbing his chin as he tried to think of the right words to say. He exhaled and scratched his messy, blonde hair, "You know something? I really don't know what to say…"
The audience broke into laughter while someone whistled. Alfred then stood up from his seat and started clapping, "Finally!"
"Mon dieu!" exclaimed Francine. "This has not happened before! Usually he makes a snide comment here or there or even has just one question or little thing to say!"
Arthur shook his head, still rubbing his chin, "You know? I was somewhat distracted when I first heard you and I almost actually didn't press my button."
"But you pressed it first!" someone in the audience called out. More screams of approval were raised from the crowd while Alfred tried to make himself taller and yelled, "Hey! Artie and I pressed it at the same time!"
"No you didn't," Sadik spoke up with a grin. "Arthur pressed his first - you came in like a second after."
"I'm taller than you right now!" snapped Alfred.
Suddenly, Sadik stood up in his own chair, smirking at how tall he was compared to the American man (which actually wasn't that much). Alfred glared at the Turkish man and stood up in his seat. Sadik followed suit, still taller than the American man. Alfred then tried to climb up his chair to stand on the very top of it but failed, almost slipping over. He gave up and sat back down as Sadik reared back his head and gave an evil laugh, ultimately triumphant. The audience applauded and cheered, still whooping about.
Arthur chuckled as soon as that hype died down, "You know something, poppet? You're possessed – you must have made some sort of deal with something of black magic to have that thing come out of you. That's just incredible. Look behind you, and obviously it's called 'HetaVoice'."
Lien looked over her shoulder and saw the show's signature sign – the hand holding the mike while doing a peace sign. She turned her attention back to Arthur, listening closely.
"I don't think there's been any bigger testament to that than what we heard just then. You are, simply put, incredible. God bless you there, dove."
The audience screamed in delight at the British man's words while Lien gave a respectful bow, face still aflame. "Thank you," she said.
"Coming from what Artie just said," Alfred spoke up, determined not to let the English man win over the Vietnamese woman. Arthur protested at his unwanted nickname as the American man continued, "I will follow you to hell and back if you were on my team."
Sadik then spoke up before the audience could drown them out, "It's still your decision."
Lien then stared at everyone around her. She asked uncertainly, "Do I…choose now?"
"It doesn't really matter what happens tonight, because you're going somewhere," called Sadik. "We've already established that. However, the question you should be asking yourself is this – can any of us here take you on that path?"
"And if we can," continued Arthur. "Is it the path you want to go on? It's all up to you, love."
Lien then licked her lips as she stared at the four Judges, her face then morphed from the bewildered expression into a much more serious and impassive mask. She ignored the calling all around her as she bore her golden eyes into the Judges, one-by-one.
After a while of contemplation, Lien cleared her throat, signalling that she wanted to speak. "I thank you for taking your time to listen to me," the Vietnamese woman said in a sincere tone, yet kept her serious face. "But, I know who I would like to pick…"
Sadik intertwined his fingers together. Alfred leaned back in his seat while Francine leaned forward a bit on hers. Arthur meanwhile kept his gaze onto the Vietnamese woman.
"It's Arthur."
Someone in the crowd screamed in delight and was soon followed by applause when a smile broke out onto the British man's face. He then stood up and made his way to the Vietnamese woman who was carefully making her way down from the Performance Stage. When they finally reached each other, the pair exchanged a handshake and, much to everyone's surprise; Arthur leaned down and gave the Vietnamese woman a hug.
The hug didn't last too long, but it was enough to make Lien's red face become an even unhealthier shade. Alfred's jaw dropped, but he laughed soon after. Francine smirked while Sadik wolf-whistled. Arthur flipped them off the good old British way as Lien left the Performance Stage.
When she entered the Waiting Room, she went towards Mei, who was screaming in delight and running over to her for a hug. The Taiwanese girl was still crying; still moved to tears from everything. Lien herself was starting to feel emotional from the support that her young friend had given her all the years, and felt a twitch emerge onto her lips, which made them curve slightly upward.
Before the pair left, Dracul was able to have one final interview with Lien.
"I picked Arthur because I could see clearly from his eyes – he means what he says. He's honest with his words and willing to carry them out," she said as she and Mei departed. "I know I can count on him as my coach…"
[THIS IS HETAVOICE!]
This time, a young Finnish man was walking down the big, red carpet towards the HetaVoice Building. He had short blonde hair with a white beret atop his head and had twinkling light brown eyes. He was wearing a beige sweater vest, a black tie, a light blue short-sleeved polo shirt and trousers of the same colour as well as dark brown dress shoes.
Accompanying him was a tall Swedish man who was carrying a child on his shoulders as well as two other men – one was an Estonian while the other was a young Latvian boy.
The Swedish man stood at a towering height and had short, light blonde hair, as well as eyes of a greenish blue hue. He was wearing a long, blue overcoat, a black shirt and tie, pants of the same colour, gloves, boots and glasses. The glasses seemed to magnify the look of intensity that his eyes beheld.
The child on his shoulders had sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, thick eyebrows (uncannily like a certain British Judge's) and was wearing what appeared to be a sailor suit. The sailor suit consisted of a white shirt with a blue collar, a blue neck tie and blue Capri pants as well as white knee-high socks and Mary Jane shoes. The boy was trying to put on a large hat that seemed to belong to the tall Swede while he placed his own sailor hat on the Swedish man's head; the sight looked rather goofy to the Romanian host. During this, the boy on the Swede's shoulders was talking to the Latvian boy.
The Latvian boy had short, curly blonde hair and violet eyes. He was wearing a blue jacket as well as a red scarf, khaki pants and worn out sneakers. He was talking back, appearing a bit nervous, but smiling nonetheless.
The young Estonian man who was left was also a blonde, but his hair was a darker shade than the other four present. He also had green eyes and sported glasses. He was wearing a brown sweater over a white dress shirt as well as a khaki tie and gray pants.
Dracul spoke, "Here we have twenty-one-year-old, Tino Väinämöinen coming to our HetaVoice Building! Here, providing support, are his best friend, Eduard, his friend's brother, Raivis, his partner, Berwald, and Berwald's adopted son, Peter." Dracul patted his chest and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Boy, was that a mouthful…"
Tino gave a smile to himself as he remembered how he gained his invitation to the HetaVoice Blind Auditions.
[FLASHBACK]
Dracul was walking up to a certain address with a red letter in his hands. He gave a grin to the camera as he moved to a simple house of pale grey bricks and with a black roof. He rung the doorbell and patiently waited outside, red letter still in hand.
The Romanian man could hear a loud voice shout, "I'll get it mama!" and the door swung open from the inside, revealing little Peter who stared up at Dracul in confusion.
Dracul beamed; his fangs in clear sight, "Hello there. Is Tino in?"
Peter arched his neck up more to take a closer look at the stranger. He tilted his head as he squinted his eyes. Were those real fangs?
Dracul arched an eyebrow at the child's staring and asked again, "Don't mean to be rude, but is Tino in? And can you please quit staring at me?"
Peter blinked and nodded, "Yes, I'll get him." He then turned around and shouted in such a loud voice, that Dracul jumped slightly. "Mama! There's someone out here who wants to see you!"
"Who is it, Peter?" Tino's voice called from upstairs.
"I don't know, but I think he's a vampire!"
Dracul's eyes twitched at that comment, but after a deep breath, he resumed with his grin again, albeit one of his eyes was still twitching. Soon, he could hear footsteps thumping from a figure coming downstairs as he heard a voice mutter, "What on earth-?"
Pretty soon, Tino's slim frame emerged into Dracul's line of view. Once the Finnish man peered carefully through the screen door, he suddenly gave a sharp yelp of astonishment and delight. "Oh my God!" he shrieked.
Immediately, Berwald poked his large figure from the kitchen, wearing a frilly apron and holding a spatula. "What is going on?" he asked in concern, despite the serious expression on his face.
Dracul grinned, "Sorry to barge in like this, but Mr. Väinämöinen…I'm here to give you your invitation to the HetaVoice Blind Auditions!"
Tino opened the screen door; his face now dusted a cherry red as he accepted the letter from the Romanian host, a big smile spreading out onto his face. As soon as he opened it and read the capitalized black letters, "CONGRATULATIONS! YOU ARE INVITED TO THE HETAVOICE BLIND AUDITIONS!" Pretty soon, Berwald came closer and peered over his much smaller partner. Peter was jumping for joy, congratulating his mama in great cheer. Berwald placed a hand on his "wife's" shoulder and felt a small smile twitch at the corners of his lips.
[END FLASHBACK!]
"I'm just so happy to make it here!" said Tino sincerely. "Really, I still can't believe it! I love to sing so much and coming here…I can finally show everyone what I'm really capable of."
"He takes a lot of negativity from others though," remarked Eduard solemnly, the Estonian man and Tino's best friend. "It's just because of a few issues – I don't think he would appreciate me saying them out loud, though…"
Backstage in the Preparation Room, Tino swallowed the huge lump that had gathered in his throat. He whistled softly to himself as he looked skyward, his hands clasped down his front. He then peered into the mirror and fixed the white beret on his head as well as smoothen out his sweater vest.
Tino admitted before he could go out onto the Performance Stage, "Honestly, I get so sick and tired of people getting on my case. I'm not just doing this for myself, though - I'm also doing this for Berwald and Peter; time's are getting tougher nowadays. I love Berwald, though I admit – I don't like being called a 'wife', and I love Peter very much. This is the only chance that I can just show my voice and what I really am made of."
"Think your mama's gonna win?" Dracul questioned Peter back at the Waiting Room.
The little boy nodded as he stood properly straight, now at Berwald's side. "Definitely!" called Peter. "Mama's gonna win this! He'll get picked for sure! Right, Raivis?" he poked the Latvian boy at his side, who jumped slightly.
Nevertheless, Raivis nodded and gave Dracul a nervous smile, "Y-yes…M-Mr. Tino will be just fine…" he felt highly intimidated by the Romanian host's rather refined appearance and fangs though.
Meanwhile, Tino began his stride onto the Performance Stage. He carefully made his way onto the stage, which was now tinted a brilliant, yet pale, light blue. Mike in hand, he took another deep breath as he stared out at the huge audience who were eagerly waiting to hear what he sounded like.
Back in the Waiting Room, Peter looked ecstatic upon seeing the Finnish man on the stage. "Come on, mama!" he cheered. "You can do it!"
Berwald had his arms around the boy's small frame as he watched the man he loved calm himself down a bit more before starting. Eduard was clasping his hands together, nervous for his best friend, while Raivis was now biting at the ends of his fingernails.
Giving a nod to the musicians to start, Tino then stood with his legs slightly apart as he relaxed his whole frame. Immediately, a laidback and chill electric guitar started to play. It was soon accompanied by the sound of a hi-hat being stuck in a rhythmic manner.
[Tino]
Oh yeah
Mmmmm yeah
Yeah, mmm, yeah
Soon, the electric guitar was accompanied by an acoustic that also played in a relaxed fashion while a snare and kick was added to the once lone hi-hat.
[Tino]
I've been holding out so long
I've been sleeping all alone
Lord I miss you, yeah
I've been hanging on the phone
I've been sleeping all alone
I wanna kiss you
Yes, in all the times!
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
A relaxed and smooth voice with a mature tone came from Tino's mouth as he continued to sing. The audience started clapping in rhythm to the song after giving a loud whoop of delight.
Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, Alfred immediately pressed his button. He raised his hand up while the audience screamed in delight. "Come on!" the American man yelled as his chair swiveled around. Once he fully saw the singer, Alfred gave a loud whoop himself, "Yeah!"
A big grin spread out onto Tino's face as he started to tap his foot in rhythm to the song himself. He was overjoyed that already someone had picked him – he honestly hadn't expected someone to do so yet.
Back in the Waiting Room, Peter and Raivis were jumping for joy, clasping each other's hands. Eduard was also delighted upon seeing his best friend getting picked and sighed in relief as he clutched his chest. Berwald was also ecstatic and nodded in rhythm to the song. Dracul beamed as he called, "Alfred already picked!"
[Tino]
Well, I've been haunted in my sleep
You've been starring in my dreams
Lord I miss you, child
Well, I've been waiting in the hall
Waiting on your call
And when the phone rings
It's just some friends of mine. They say,
"Hey, what's the matter man?
We're gonna come around at twelve
with some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you.
We're gonna bring a case of wine
and you know, gonna mess and fool around
You know, like we used to."
Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah
Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah
"Oh yeah!" Alfred cheered as he bobbed his head to the song's beat. "Whoo!" the American man then pumped his fist in the air in rhythm to the song.
Motivated by Alfred's calls and whooping, Tino then made his way to the front of the stage, his confidence starting to flow more vividly through his veins.
In his own seat, Sadik rubbed his chin as he swayed his head to the song. He licked his bottom lip as he contemplated a bit more.
"What's the matter with you, boy?!" Alfred shouted, reciting one of the lines to the song.
Hearing Tino's laugh to Alfred's response and a bit more of the 'aaah coming from the Finnish man, Sadik slammed his hand down on his own button, prompting his chair to turn around.
The audience screamed in delight at seeing the Turkish man press his button. Once he was fully around, Sadik leaned back in his chair as he smiled at the happy Finnish man. Tino was even more joyful than before, but still maintained his serious expression as he continued to sing.
[Tino]
Oh everybody waits so long
Oh baby, why you wait so long?
Won't you come on?
Come on!
I've been walking in Central Park
Singing after dark
People think I'm crazy
Stumbling on my feet
Shuffling through the street
Asking people say, "What's the matter with you boy?"
Sometimes I want to say to myself
Ooh!
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yeah!
"He's quite good," Arthur said with a small nod of respect. He was speaking to nobody in particular.
Francine agreed, facing the British man, "Oui." She could still see that he was more focused on his button than on her. The French woman then laid her own gaze on her own button as she began to contemplate on pressing it or not.
[Tino]
I guess I'm lying to myself
It's just you and no one else
I won't miss you, child
You've been blotting out my mind
Fooling on my time
No, I won't miss you child
Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah
Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah
Sadik was now moving his body a bit to the song as he couldn't keep his eyes off of Tino. He grinned as Tino continued his performance. Along with the 'aaah', the Turkish man joined him a few times. The audience screamed in delight at hearing Sadik's deep and husky voice belt out a grand note. The Turkish man then started clapping along with the audience in rhythm to the song.
Alfred leaned forward in his seat and smiled while Francine had raised a hand over her button. Arthur also had a hand over his own button, but hesitated, still thinking.
[Tino]
Oh everybody waits so long
Tell me baby!
Oh baby, why you wait so long?
Won't you come on?
Come on!
Suddenly, Tino let loose a final run on the last note, going high then reaching back to the note he supposed to have gone to. This warranted a loud cheer from the audience.
Arthur lowered his hand down to his side instead of pressing his button. However, there was the sound of another one being pressed.
Francine's chair turned around before Tino's performance could finally be drawn to a close and therefore render her incapable of pressing it. Sadik and Alfred stood to their feet as they applauded the Finnish man. Francine leaned back in her chair as Arthur's turned around by itself due to him not pressing his button.
By the time the calls, whoops and cheers died down, Alfred gave a chuckle while Sadik smiled, "Wow."
"What up, dude?" Alfred called cheerfully.
"Hello," Tino called back, smiling. "How are you?"
"Doing good, dude! What's your name?"
"Tino," responded the Finnish man. "I'm Tino."
"Tino," repeated Alfred. "Dude, I thought your voice was amazing! I thought you owned that song and…I think there's some other songs you'd own even more, and I just think you would be totally missed not to pick me!"
"Why on earth do you say that?" Arthur asked, scowling.
"Because I'm the wild card, dude!" replied Alfred, causing the audience to giggle. The American man then turned his attention back to Tino, "And you can be the wild card with me." Tino himself chuckled at Alfred's remark.
Sadik then chose this time to speak up, "Now, the reason I pushed my button is because of the song you picked. Because while it is a really good song, it doesn't really showcase your voice that well…"
"Hence why I didn't turn," Arthur noted to himself.
Sadik resumed, "And…you've got the voice. We just gotta find a bunch of songs for you, that's all. And, I believe I can help you do that. Your presentation is great; your smile is just so damn infectious." Sadik nodded his head, "I would love to work with you."
Francine gave a smile at Sadik's words while Tino himself beamed, "I'm honoured, I'm really honoured. Thank you, Sadik. Thank you."
Back in the Waiting Room, Eduard rubbed his chin. "Wow…that's a very good sale's pitch," he noted, causing Dracul to chuckle.
"That was fantastic," said Francine, now her turn. "Mon cher, you have such a versatile voice! For a moment, I was thinking that your voice was country, then another moment; I am hearing a more R&B style. I just adored the different textures coming from your voice, and the falsetto – I love it when a man can pull off a beautiful falsetto. That's why I think we could work well together."
"Thanks, Francine," Tino said sincerely. "I…I really don't know what to say – this is like a dream come true. Right now as it is; I'm really blessed and honoured that you guys…I really do mean it."
"That's awesome," Alfred said with a soft smile on his face as he patted over his heart.
"If I had the opportunity to work with you, I'm not gonna try to change you," remarked Sadik. "I ain't gonna try and make you into something else. I'm gonna just give you the benefit of the mistakes that I made. That's why I think I'd make a great, really great coach for you."
"Ultimately," called Arthur. "It is up to you, good sir."
Tino took an intake of breath, "I guess I do have to make a decision…um…"
The audience began calling names of the three Judges that had turned around. Arthur shrugged and leaned back on his chair since he didn't press his button at all. Francine also leaned back in her chair while Alfred leaned forward on his. Sadik sat upright, arms on the rests.
Tino licked his lips, "It's a hard decision…but I…" after taking a deep breath, the Finnish man then looked up again, his mind made. "I'll have to go with Sadik."
"YES!" the Turkish man shouted in delight as he immediately rose in his seat, his arms raised in the air in triumph. The audience cheered in delight, some laughing at Sadik's reaction as Tino made his way down from the Performance Stage to his new coach.
Sadik himself made his way over to Tino and the pair were immersed into a big embrace. "Awesome, you're quite amazing!" Sadik complimented the Finnish man in his arms.
Back in the Waiting Room, Berwald was feeling ecstatic for the Finnish man. The Swede, much to everyone's shock, had the corners of his lips twitch upward for just a second.
Just.
Eduard and Raivis exchanged a glance while Peter was jumping for joy around the room. Dracul patted Peter's shoulder, "Dream come true for your mama, huh?"
"Oh, yes!" Peter grinned.
"Good work, man," Sadik said with an arm still around Tino's smaller shoulders. "I'm really excited in working with you."
"Thank you," Tino answered back, a cherry red dusting his pale features. "Thank you so much."
"Good job, Tino," and with that, Sadik raised one of Tino's arms, similarly to that of a referee to a winning boxer in a fighting ring. The audience screamed in delight at the Finnish man's success.
As Tino left the Performance Stage, Arthur gave a nod of approval in Sadik's direction. "You got a good one, old chap," the British man remarked. "Well played there."
"Yeah, he's totally badass!" piped up Alfred from his end. Sadik chuckled at the American man's comment and nodded.
Once he entered the Waiting Room, Tino laughed when Peter immediately bound up to him, hugging him tightly. Berwald calmly came in his composed strides and leaned down, planting a kiss to the Finnish man's temple. Tino stood up a bit and returned the sweet gesture with a loving one of his own – he planted a soft one on the Swede's cheek.
Berwald's pale cheeks were now noticeably becoming a cherry red, despite the emotionless mask he wore. Eduard and Raivis also came over to congratulate Tino on making it through to the next round.
Dracul couldn't help but feel jittery and warm inside as he watched Tino with his family. It was an odd family, but a family nonetheless. The Romanian host gave a happy sigh as he looked at the camera, "Ain't family grand?"
[THIS IS HETAVOICE!]
Dracul cleared his throat after saying goodbye to Tino and his happy family. The Romanian host adjusted his little top hat before speaking, "And so…why don't we have a quick run-down of who's gotten new additions to their teams in the HetaVoice so far?" he then rose up his hands as a montage of the singers came through.
"First, Alfred F. Jones obtains the voices of shy medical student, Toris Laurinaitis and the sassy, confident Julchen Weillschmidt…" flashes of the two singers are seen in quick shots. "And then Arthur Kirkland obtained the soulful voice of Emma van Stein as well as the powerful vocals of Lien Nguyen…" it then shows quick shots of the two ladies performing onstage. "And finally, just a few moments ago, Sadik Adnan added the smooth tones of Tino Väinämöinen to his arsenal…" a final shot is shown of Tino and his performance.
Dracul then licked his lips, "Meanwhile, despite having turned around a couple of times, Francine still hasn't gained a new voice to her team." The Romanian host then tipped his hat slightly, "Of course…there have been a few more disappointments down the road…"
The camera then shows a montage of various people auditioning for HetaVoice, but failing in the end as none of the Judges turn around. It also shows the reactions and comments of the Judges a few times throughout those particular performances.
"I'm sorry, love, but that song wasn't cutting it for me," Arthur said solemnly to a young girl wearing too much make-up. "I felt no real connection to it…"
"Dude, that was totes pitchy!" Alfred said, wincing slightly at a middle-aged woman wearing black. "I couldn't help but flinch a few times throughout that performance!"
"I am sorry, mon cher," said Francine apologetically to the young man. "But the nerves overcame your performance, it seems. It was very out of tune…a shame though – you are quite good-looking…"
"We're sorry, but it's a no," Sadik said, shrugging his shoulders.
Dracul sighed, "It seems now the hype is dying down again…I wonder who will be the first, and maybe only, contestant that will be a part of Francine's team in this episode?"
"Better get a move on, frog princess," Arthur remarked during the break. "Otherwise all the good ones will be taken…"
Francine nodded as she took a sip of water, "I know, I know…you don't have to remind me twice, mon petite lapin…you can get quite long winded after a while…"
The British man flushed upon the French woman's words and crossed his arms over his chest, "Well, fine! I won't remind you next time, then!"
Dracul couldn't help the chuckle coming from his mouth as the camera shifts to him. He was now standing outside of the HetaVoice Building. He grins mischievously, "Seems like there's still some unresolved sexual tension there…"
[THIS IS HETAVOICE!]
This time, walking onto the HetaVoice red carpet was a young man. To be more precise, a Spaniard.
The Spaniard had lightly tanned skin and somewhat curly brown hair that was concealed underneath a light brown flat cap. He had warm, grass green eyes that reflected a sunny disposition. He was wearing a dark green jacket over a simple white shirt that read the slogan, 'Shut up, King!' and wore some slightly faded, form-fitting jeans as well as worn sneakers and a silver cross. He also had an old, weathered guitar case strapped onto his back
Accompanying him was a woman who looked quite similar to him; sharing the mocha-coloured hair and grass green eyes. Her hair was tied back into a bun and she was wearing a pinstripe shirt as well as a long skirt and black heels. She was holding hands with a child that looked like the both of them; only the youngster's skin was more of an olive complexion.
The little boy had really messy coffee coloured tresses and big, shining green eyes that feigned innocence and curiosity. He was also wearing a cream-coloured shirt that was obviously many sizes too big for him (with the sleeves drooping), along with baggy shorts and sandals.
"Now this time, coming to our HetaVoice Building is unemployed twenty-six-year-old Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo," announced Dracul, thinking that the Spaniard's name was a mouthful to say. "Joining him here today are his sister, Carmen, and his nephew, Pablo. Maybe he will be the first contestant that will join in Francine's team?" he wriggled his eyebrows.
"Hola," Antonio greeted while he was being interviewed. "My name is Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo, but you can just call me Toni. I'm twenty-six years old and I work as a busker."
"Busker, huh?" Dracul asked. "Do you earn that much?"
Antonio shrugged, "It depends on the day, really. Some days I get quite a bit, while on other days…" he rubbed the back of his head in a sheepish manner. "Not so much…sometimes, if I'm lucky, I can perform in bars, pubs or cafes."
"How'd you even end up like that?"
"Well…" Antonio started slowly, trying to collect the right words. "Upon graduation, I left home. My papi and I were having…really big disagreements. I'd rather not go into detail about them, but in the end, I packed my things and left…" he then slung an arm around Carmen's shoulders. "And then two years later, mi hermanita came to live with me."
"Things were getting more difficult at home," explained Carmen, Antonio's younger sister. Her eyes fixed sadly onto Pablo, who was excitedly climbing onto Antonio's lap. The older Spaniard then removed his cap and placed it on the child's head, revealing that he had messy, coffee-coloured hair as well.
Dracul followed the Spanish woman's gaze and stared at the little boy with interest, slowly putting the pieces together into his mind. The Romanian host then cleared his throat and grinned his fangs again, quickly changing the subject since it seemed rather personal, "So, what are you expecting from this audition?"
"Honestly," Antonio gave a weak chuckle. "I'm just so grateful that I made it here. Performing is what I want to do for the rest of my life. I love to sing and play my guitar – it's as simple as that. I want people to hear my music."
"He's gonna win!" piped up Pablo, Antonio's nephew and Carmen's son. "He's gonna win! I know! Tío Toni is gonna win!" the child then handed the cap back to his uncle.
Antonio laughed again and ruffled the child's hair. The little boy giggled from the affectionate gesture as Carmen then picked up her son and placed him on her lap. Antonio placed his flat cap back atop his dark brown locks.
Dracul couldn't help but smile at the little scene before him, "You're sure that your uncle's gonna win this thing?"
"Si, si!" called Pablo, nodding his head vigorously. "He's gonna win this no problem! He's muy bueno at singing and playing guitar! He's the best!"
Backstage in the Preparation Room, Antonio was taking deep breaths as he carefully took his guitar out from its old case. The guitar itself looked old and worn with some of the paint slightly peeled, however it meant everything to the Spaniard and he wouldn't trade it for anything.
"Mi hermanita and Pablo mean so much to me," Antonio said as he started tuning his guitar. "Pablo's father walked out on my sister…I will never forgive him for that. So now, I have to be the man that Pablo must look up to. My sister and my nephew…they mean the world to me."
"Was he always performing like that?" Dracul questioned Carmen in the Waiting Room while Antonio was getting ready for his performance.
Much to the Romanian host's surprise, Carmen shook her head, though a forlorn expression now settled on her features. "No, he was offered a recording deal before," she said solemnly. "But…" she looked down, eyes reflecting a melancholy tone. Pablo himself looked quite sad as Carmen finished, "He was dropped because he was supposedly 'inexperienced'."
"'Inexperienced'?" Dracul echoed, arching an eyebrow. 'Really?' he wondered to himself.
"It was so unfair!" whined Pablo. "Tío shoulda been the one to get the record deal!"
"Even so," Carmen sighed as she fondly stroked her son's head. "I'm glad he wasn't picked – the recording deal turned out to be a huge scam - the one they picked ended up paying more money than the rest of the people who auditioned…"
Dracul sighed in relief, "Well…ain't that lucky? …kinda…" he added hastily.
By this time, Antonio now had his guitar strapped to his back, out of its case, and started making his way to the Performance Stage. Just before he went on, he was interviewed one more time before going on.
"If I'm able to get through all of this, then mi hermanita and I wouldn't have to worry about paying for expenses," he said, green eyes reflecting a hopeful light. "We wouldn't have to worry about food, clothes and Pablo's schooling. I wouldn't have to give him my shirts anymore – they're far too big for him. I really just want that sense and composure that everything is going to be okay. I'm doing this for my sister and my nephew…so therefore, I've got to give the performance of my life."
Antonio now walked up onto the Performance Stage, his footsteps echoing throughout the huge room. He was given a chair so he could sit on while he performed. The audience perked up, looking at the Spaniard in interest (no-one can deny that he was very good-looking), now eagerly waiting to hear what he sounded like. Antonio flashed a big, bright beam to the audience before he adjusted the mike to his level.
Back in the Waiting Room, Carmen and Pablo were watching the Spaniard through the screen. Dracul stood nearby them while Pablo was cheering loudly for his uncle. Carmen was both excited, yet nervous for her older brother.
Antonio shifted himself in a more comfortable position before he propped his guitar into his lap. The stage was now tinted with a soft, pure white light as his face then partook a more gentle yet serious expression. He started strumming on his guitar, his fingers tenderly producing a soft, flowing melody that hushed the audience.
[Antonio]
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick and think of you
Caught up in circles – confusion is nothing new
A gentle and mature voice came from Antonio's mouth as he softly shut his eyes during his performance. His voice was deep and strong, but at the same time so tender and sweet. The audience started cheering in approval at his voice.
Arthur arched an eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair. Sadik started to smile as he pushed his mask back on his face.
[Antonio]
Flashback to warm nights almost left behind
Suitcase of memory
Time after…
Sometimes you picture me walking too far ahead
You're calling to me; I can't hear what you said
And you say "Go slow."
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
Francine leaned back in her own chair as she rubbed her chin, deep in thought. Alfred gave a content sigh as he leaned back and closed his own eyes, listening to the beautiful voice reaching his ears.
[Antonio]
If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting
Time after time
Oh...
Antonio let loose several runs throughout the chorus, keeping great control in his voice as they wavered up and down. His voice became much stronger as he let loose one last rung on the second last line of the chorus.
"Oh!" Alfred breathed. He then slammed his hand down on his button. However, he wasn't the only one to have their chair swivelled around.
Francine was thoroughly impressed with the amount of control that Antonio maintained with his voice, particularly the runs, and as a result, she pressed her own button. Her chair turned around at the same time as Alfred's.
The audience screamed out in delight upon seeing that two Judges had chosen to turn around. Antonio himself however, was too absorbed in his performance; he was lost in his own little world as he continued to sing and play his old guitar.
Back in the Waiting Room, Pablo was yelling in joy, bouncing up and down. Dracul gave a laugh as he clapped the Spaniard on stage. Carmen gave a small chuckle herself as she wiped at her now teary eyes.
[Antonio]
After my picture fades and darkness has turned to gray
Watching through windows, you're wondering if I'm okay
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time…
Alfred gave a laugh as he nodded, "Sweet, man!"
Francine was watching the Spaniard closely, leaning forward slightly in her chair. She was nodding her head up and down during Antonio's performance, entranced by him.
Now accompanying Antonio, a soft and sweet piano began to play as well as a steady, yet quiet drumbeat. The guitar and the Spaniard's voice were no longer alone.
Sadik then gave a laugh as he leaned forward to press his button. Upon seeing the chair light up light a Christmas tree, the audience cheered even louder than before. The Turkish man was soon face-to-face with the performing Spaniard.
Arthur arched one of his bushy eyebrows upon seeing Sadik turn around. The British man however, just leaned back in his chair, still seriously contemplating whether or not he should turn around - a big argument in his mind as he started to progressively get convinced he should press the shiny, red button...
[Antonio]
If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting
Time after time
"Press it, Artie!" Alfred urged, making mad gestures to his button. "Come on, man! Press it!" the audience also agreed with the American man's statements.
Back in the Waiting Room, Dracul was having similar thoughts as Pablo was jumping up and down excitedly, also urging Arthur to press his button.
"Por favor! Press it! Press it!" squealed Pablo who had one of his mama's hands on his shoulder. "Oh, please press it!"
"Come on, Arthur," Dracul drawled. "We know you wanna – this one's really good."
On the Performance Stage, Arthur rolled his eyes at Alfred's and (not so much later) Sadik's antics of trying to convince him to press his button. Alfred had by now stood from his chair and made much wilder gestures towards his button while Sadik just pointed at it with a smile. Francine's violet eyes stayed onto the performer, never leaving them.
"You're so missing out, man," Sadik said breezily. The English man crossed his arms over his chest as his eyebrows furrowed down to a scowl. Nevertheless, that bubble of curiosity began to enlarge…
[Antonio]
If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting
Time after time
Upon the last word of the second last line, Antonio stopped strumming and even the instruments had stopped for a moment. The Spaniard shut his eyes as he let loose a louder run that was much stronger and much looser than the previous ones he made.
This prompted Arthur to quickly lean forward and press his button. His chair finally turned around, eliciting more whooping from the audience.
Antonio saw that all four of the Judges had turned around now. He felt his eyes grow slightly moist, but nevertheless, after licking his lips, the Spaniard quickly regained his composure and continued to the conclusion of the song.
[Antonio]
Time after time
Suitcase of memories almost left behind
Time after time
After time
After…
Time after time.
By the time the performance was over, everyone stood from their seats as they applauded the Spaniard. Antonio gave a deep exhale as he took off his cap, feeling quite hot from underneath the lights.
Back in the Waiting Room, Carmen wiped her eyes again as Pablo was leaping up and down in joy. Dracul offered a lacy, red handkerchief to the lady. Carmen gratefully took it and dabbed her eyes with it.
"Wow…" Antonio couldn't help the grin that spread out on his face at the overwhelmingly positive reaction from the audience.
"What's your name, stud?" Sadik called from his seat.
"My name is…" Antonio cleared his throat to regain his voice. "My name is Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo. But, you can just call me Toni," he added quickly.
"Toni," Sadik continued as someone in the audience screamed in approval. More cheers erupted from the audience before the Turkish man could continue. Once everyone finally quieted down, Sadik was able to speak again, "Brother, that was just perfect."
"Really?" Antonio asked, his beam going brighter if possible. "Muchos gracias! I mean, thank you so much."
"Not only was it perfect," added Francine. "It was rather tasteful, don't you agree?"
Arthur then spoke, "You have a wonderful voice there, chap. It is very clear that you can sing more than you were singing – you showed a great amount of restraint."
"Yeah, totally!" agreed Alfred. "Plus, I wanna win this shit so badly!"
Antonio gave a laugh at the American man's words, though he was secretly hoping that Carmen was able to cover Pablo's ears. Francine also laughed, "Monsieur Alfred – you are quite a seller, you know that?"
"Well, I really, really need you to pick me," Alfred concluded. Antonio clutched at his stomach as he chuckled some more, the audience also cracked up at the American man's words.
"Now clearly," Sadik spoke up. "I'm in over my head here. But when I hear somebody and they're that amazing. Man, I'm a fan of yours, already. Me hitting that button, obviously just signals what is said on the chair – I want you."
Antonio nodded, his smile toning down slightly, but still maintaining that sunny cheer. "Okay," he said. "Thank you so much."
"Adding to from what monsieur Sadik said," spoke up Francine. "You were very believable in your performance. When I turned around and saw you – you were not overacting or going over the top with it."
The Spaniard gave another nod as he listened closely to the French woman's words, "I adore that song you just sung and you were able to break it down with such superb vocal ability. Saying that, you were able to make that song your own, mon cher. It was trés bien!"
"Thank you, very much," Antonio said with a nod of respect as the audience applauded Francine's (surprisingly) wiser words; they expected her to say something about the Spaniard's appearance by now.
"It would be amazing if someone like you would be a part of my team," Francine said with a smile, causing a groan from Arthur and Sadik on her right, as well as an obnoxious laugh from Alfred on her left. "How very rude of you, gentlemen," the French woman said, sounding a little annoyed, though from her knowing smile, she knew that everyone was just joking. "I won't hold anything against you if you don't pick me; I do have people –"
"I got people too, baby!" Alfred called from his seat, causing a bout of laughter from Sadik and Antonio.
The Spaniard then waved his hand up and down, "Espera, wait! Can I ask you guys a question? Please?" he then turned his attention to Alfred and Francine, "Out of you guys, you both turned around first, which really means a lot to me." He then turned his attention to Sadik, "You came in third, señor Sadik. Can I ask – what took you so long?"
The audience as well as Alfred gave a loud 'oooh!' in response to Antonio's surprisingly smart question. Francine gave a chuckle as Arthur reddened a bit; he turned around last after all.
Sadik laughed himself, "That's a very good question! And well, here is my answer. I wanted to listen more closely to your vocal ability – I wanted to know just how much you were able to dish out at me. I admit, I was a bit hesitant, but it was mainly because of the runs you did before - I wanted to know if you were able to pull that off again rather than just a fluke. I began to think to myself as well if I would be a proper coach for someone with your abilities."
Antonio smiled, "That's a very good answer."
Arthur sighed, "As of I – I had doubts at first because I have someone in my team quite like you. I wasn't sure whether or not I should have another risk taker – but for you, I think I'll make an exception."
"Why though, Artie?" Alfred questioned from his end. "I mean, Frenchie and I could definitely hear how pro he was! We turned around straight away!"
Francine nodded, "Oui, that is quite correct. Mon cher, I also wanted to really feel you and see where I could take it!"
"Hear that already, dude?" Alfred asked, grinning. "Francine Bellemare already wants to feel you!" the remark instantly let loose a huge bout of laughter from Sadik, Antonio and the audience.
"Monsieur Alfred!" Francine spoke up. "That was not what I meant this time!"
"I mean that's awesome, right?" Alfred continued, still beaming.
"So, uh…" Antonio cleared his throat. "Does that mean that I get to…?"
"Choice is all yours, chap," Arthur said as he shrugged.
"All up to me?" Antonio's eyes widened. "Oh, okay…"
"Choice is in your hands," added Sadik. "Your control now. Who do you want as your coach?"
As soon as the words left the Turkish man's mouth, the audience began yelling out the names of the four Judges in hopes of affecting the Spaniard's decision. Antonio himself started to feel really self-conscious as the lights continued to blare down on him. He rubbed his chin as he placed his cap back on his head.
After a little while of contemplation, Antonio then chose to speak, "Guys, um…I might surprise you with this one, but I, you know…and I thank you again for listening. But uh…I think…I'm gonna go with Francine."
Hearing her name tumbling out from the Spaniard's lips, the French woman suddenly raised her arms up in triumph as the audience screamed in delight and approval. Arthur scowled, but applauded her, albeit rather grudgingly. Sadik laughed as he and Alfred also clapped.
Francine elegantly made her way to the Spaniard, who was also coming down from the Performance Stage. The pair embraced each other and not long after, Francine pecked both of Antonio's cheeks. He waved to the audience and the Judges as he finally left the Performance Stage.
When he entered the Waiting Room, Pablo immediately cried out, "Tío Toni!" and ran up to him.
Antonio laughed as he crouched down and hugged the child tightly. Carmen laughed as she came over and gave her older brother a hug herself. Once they separated, Antonio removed his cap and placed it on top of Pablo's head. "Come here!" and with that, the Spaniard picked up the little boy.
Dracul nodded his head as he shook Antonio's hand, "You killed it."
"Muchos gracias, mi amigo," Antonio said, still smiling.
"It was fun watching with these two," Dracul gestured at Carmen and Pablo.
"They are what keep me going," Antonio said earnestly. "I'm seriously nothing without them."
"You're gonna go far in this, I reckon," said Dracul.
Antonio came and gave the Romanian host a hug from his encouraging words. "Thank you so much," he said.
"How about that, Frenchie?" Alfred asked, as he grinned at Francine. Their chairs were soon turned around again, backs to the Performance Stage. "Your first one today and he's a real pro!"
"Indeed, mon ami," Francine smiled. "Despite the crude lies you gave to him about me, he still joined my team. Moi."
"Hopefully you know that's how I feel," Arthur said sharply. "And you won't do it again."
"Not a chance, mon petite lapin," said Francine easily. "It's just so fun to poke fun at you. Really, it is."
Arthur flushed as he snapped, "Damn you, you bloody frog princess!"
"And what's this about lies, anyway?" Sadik smirked. "We all know that you think that guy was pretty hot."
"Indeed, he was quite handsome, no?" Francine asked fondly. She then gave a mischievous smile, "But…maybe if I don't pay much attention to their looks…next time if I am put up against you lot for a dashing man, maybe I won't remark on their looks until the next round…"
"Indeed, the next round," nodded Sadik who then gave a big exhale. "The next round will be a tough one; even to those who got all of us to turn around..."
[THIS IS HETAVOICE!]
"And there you have it! Francine finally gains a new member for her team – adding the amazing vocals of Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo to her arsenal! Now…" the Romanian host rubbed his hands together. "How about this faceless person? Reckon she'll make it through and get one of our Judges to turn around?"
The camera now focuses on three people who are accompanying a figure who already entered the HetaVoice Building. The three in view consisted of two males and one female. The woman and the younger man were Italians while the other man was German.
The single woman had a scowl furrowed on her face. She had dark, shoulder-length hair, which was held back by a headband. She had glaring, yellow-green eyes and was wearing a ruffly, pink top as well as three-quarter jeans and sandals.
The young Italian man looked to be no older than eighteen. He had dark brown hair, as well as light green eyes. He also had a hair curl that was bent and angular. His skin was in between fair and olive in complexion. He was also wearing black pants, a green shirt, and for some reason, was carrying with him an inner tube.
The German was tall and muscular, towering over the two Italians. He had a slightly long face with sharp features. His pale blonde hair was slicked back, and he had very pale blue eyes. He was wearing a black tank top as well as green pants and combat boots.
Like with Ling Chun-Yan, the mystery singer's whole figure was darkened out, only revealing an unidentifiable silhouette.
"I'm here in HetaVoice to show what I'm really made of," said the mystery singer in a serious voice lined with determination. "I've been talked down on and not taken as seriously as I wanted because of how I look."
"People just think she's nothing but a pretty face," spoke up Marcello, the young Italian man and the mystery singer's younger brother. "Sorella is really pretty, but she's not just that – she really is good at singing. I can vouch for that."
"I can vouch for that, too," spoke up Romana, the mystery singer's older sister, in a gruff tone. "Those bastards are damn wrong to think she's got no talent at all – she's my sorella and she's very talented at singing."
"Sorella, fratello and Luddy are such wonderful people to come and support me," said the mystery singer in a happier tone. "I'm so blessed to have them!"
"Ja, I know she'll be just fine," Ludwig, the German and the mystery singer's best friend said calmly. "And even if she doesn't get picked, I still think she's a wonderful singer."
"Oh please, spare me the mushy shit!" snapped Romana. "You're just saying that, but I know where your eyes really wander off to, you perverted potato bastard!"
"Excuse me?" Ludwig gave an exasperated sigh. "I do not have such intentions in my mind…"
"Are you calling my sorella unattractive then, bastard?!"
"What? No! I am not…"
Dracul scratched his head as he turned to Marcello. "Does this always happen?" he questioned the young Italian man.
Marcello gave a chuckle, "Yeah, pretty much – Romana really hates sorella's best friend. Don't really know why, though…"
"Because he's a stupid potato, that's why!" snapped Romana. "My sorella is too fucking good for you!"
Luckily, the camera quickly shifts to the back in the Preparation Room before any drastic measures were taken on. Here we see a really blurred out image of the mystery singer. The mystery singer seemed to have her hands clutching at her stomach as she gave deep breaths in and out. A loud 'phew' was followed soon after.
"I'm ready to show the world what I can do!" announced the mystery singer, more determiend than ever. "I'm not sure if I can go really far into the HetaVoice, but I am not going to give up here! It's only the first round and I'm not going to lose here yet!"
It then shows only the mystery singer's feet, which are clad in black flats with dark, knee-length socks. Her footsteps echoed around the room as she emerged into the Performance Stage. During this time, the Judges were shifting in their seats.
"Wonder what this one sounds like," Alfred wondered aloud as he squinted from behind his glasses.
"It sounds like this one is wearing flats," murmured Francine. Seeing her fellow Judges glance at her uncertainly, the French woman shrugged, "There is a chance I could be wrong, though…"
After finally regaining composure and the commotion died down, the mystery singer was ready to perform. An electric keyboard began playing out chords at an even pace. A few bars in the song, the mystery singer started to sing, accompanied by a steady drumbeat.
[Mystery Singer]
You think I'm pretty without any make-up on
You think I'm finny when I tell the punch line wrong
I know you get me
So I'll let my walls come down, down.
A sweet voice from a higher vocal range was heard as the audience started to cheer. They began clapping in rhythm to the song, Sadik following suit, while Alfred yelled, "Oh yeah!"
Arthur rubbed his chin as he began thinking to himself. Francine was smiling as the performance's beat picked up only a pinch. A soft bass line also followed, strumming in a higher pitch to match the song.
[Mystery Singer]
Before you met me, I was alright
But things were kinda heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February, you'll be my valentine, valentine
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I;
We'll be young forever
Suddenly, the camera pulls back as the mystery singer hits the chorus. The chorus then added an electric guitar that gave strong strums every constant beat, which now added more drums to make a crisper sound.
The mystery singer was revealed to be an Italian girl with somewhat curly, light brown hair tied back into a ponytail; she also had a wild curl dangling down at the side of her head. She was wearing a short-sleeved khaki shirt and skirt of a matching colour as well as a black tie. Her amber eyes were sparkling as she continued performing on stage.
Meanwhile, in the Waiting Room, Dracul revealed the mystery singer's name as he waited with her siblings and best friend.
"Felicia Valentino!" announced Dracul.
"Go sorella!" cheered Marcello as he gripped his inner tube closer to his body. "You can do it!"
"She's raping that song!" snarled Romana. "Come on! Press the button already, you bastards! Press it!"
Ludwig was watching the Italian girl performing, seemingly tuned out from the world around him as his eyes only focused on her. His face appeared to be rather flustered, much to Dracul's amusement.
Back on the Performance Stage, Felicia raised her free arm up, the other gripping onto the mike as she continued to perform. She smiled at the audience as her voice grew much stronger in the chorus.
[Felicia]
You make me feel
Like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
"Oh!" Alfred called, grinning at the amount of strength that the singer gained in quite a short time. Sadik began swaying his body around while Arthur clutched at his head, very unsure now. Francine slumped down as she stared at her big, red button, which was now about a few millimetres from her face.
Felicia toned her voice down a bit to match how she sang in the first verse as she approached the second one. The electric guitar also ceased playing as the second verse came into play. The drumbeat however, remained in its strong and crisp tempo.
[Felicia]
We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach
Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets
I finally found you; my missing puzzle piece
I'm complete
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I;
We'll be young forever
You make me feel
Like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
Francine then chose to press her button. Her chair lit up at once and spun around to face the singer. The audience cheered in delight at the French woman turning around. Felicia was ecstatic upon finally getting picked and the smile on her face grew wider as she walked to the front of the stage.
The French woman smiled as she watched Felicia perform. She leaned back in her chair as she clasped her hands on her chest, fingers intertwined.
In the Waiting Room, Romana, Marcello and Ludwig were cheering. Romana was shouting in glee as she suddenly grabbed onto Ludwig and leapt up and down. Ludwig was making triumphant gestures as he held onto Romana; both were completely unaware of what they were doing. Marcello was doing a victory dance on the spot while holding his inner tube.
When they finally realized what they were doing, Romana angrily hit the German on his shoulder and got off him at once. She was cursing in rapid Italian, her face as red as a tomato. Ludwig rubbed the sore spot where Romana had hit him (though it actually had no effect on him whatsoever), though his face dusted a very scarlet hue, too. He averted his attention back to Felicia, who was still performing as hard as she could.
[Felicia]
My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
Tonight…tonight…
Oh, tonight…
Cause you make me!
Felicia reached a big note of the song, which was in the middle of the last line. However, as she shut her eyes, she was able to hit it very well, her voice strong.
This prompted Arthur to slam his hand down on his button and have his chair spin around. Sadik had withdrawn his hand from his button while Alfred pushed his glasses up his nose, still wondering whether or not he should press his own button.
When the British man came face-to-face with the singer, Arthur had a small smile on his face as he nodded his head up and down in approval. Felicia was happier than ever that another Judge turned around for her.
[Felicia]
Feel like I'm having a teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
My heart stops the way you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance and don't ever look back
Don't ever look…
I'm a get your heart racing
In my skin-tight jeans
Be a teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me
In my skin-tight jeans
Be a teenage dream tonight
Tonight…yeah…
The song finally ended and Felicia gave a bow and waved at the audience. "Thank you!" she called. "Grazie!"
Alfred's and Sadik's chair turned around by themselves so they could face the performer. Alfred laughed as he eyed Felicia up and down – she was a really cute girl. Sadik applauded along with Francine and Arthur.
"Hello there, poppet," called Arthur. "What's your name?"
"Ve~ my name is Felicia!" responded the Italian girl in a bright voice. "Felicia Valentino and I'm twenty years old!"
"That was quite lovely, dove," remarked Arthur. "Honestly, I'm not a big fan of the song, however, your voice made it quite exceptional in my opinion. I loved the changes in notes you added here and there – the song became far more enjoyable then."
"Thank you so much," smiled Felicia.
Sadik nodded, "That was a lovely performance, Miss Felicia. However, I didn't choose to press my button simply because it didn't…exactly fit for me. You sounded like you were forced to do this song. I don't know, but that's just how it sounded like to me…"
"I think you are wrong there, monsieur Sadik," spoke up Francine. "She sounded absolutely beautiful in my opinion." She then turned her attention back to Felicia, "I believe you sang with your all out there – it showed clearly through the control and big notes you were able to hit. That song is actually a bit harder to perform than what some people originally thought. Yet, I believe you did exceptionally."
"Ve~ thank you very much, Francine," said Felicia. "That really means a lot to me."
"Well dudette," called Alfred. "It's your decision now! Artie?" he gestured to the English man who scowled at his unwanted nickname. "Or Frenchie?" he then gestured to the French woman who smiled. "Who do you pick?"
"Um…" Felicia bit her bottom lip as she looked at Arthur and Francine back and forth, looking quite anxious. "Um…I…" the audience's shouting didn't help her, either; in fact, she felt more pressured.
The Italian girl then averted her eyes skyward, as if praying, then shut her eyes as she began to think carefully. After a moment of contemplating, she placed a hand on her hip and looked ready to speak, silencing the audience.
"Well…I've been thinking really hard on this and…" she took a deep breath as she finally gave her decision. "I pick Francine."
The French woman rose her hands up in the air in triumph while Arthur's scowl furrowed deeper as he banged himself back into his seat, his arms crossed over his chest.
Felicia made her way over to Francine as the French woman sauntered up to the Italian. The pair embraced as Francine wrapped nodded and promised that she would help teach Felicia well under her guidance. The Italian girl nodded and smiled. Before she left though, she gave hugs to the other three Judges as well.
When she entered the Waiting Room, she screamed in delight as did her sister and brother. Ludwig and Dracul were applauding her. Felicia instantly hugged her sister and her brother. She also ran up to Ludwig and jumped into his arms, causing the German's face to explode into an unhealthy shade of red.
Back at the Performance Stage, as she made her way back to her chair, Francine looked at Arthur, a triumphant expression etched onto her face, "Ha! In your face, mon petite lapin! In your face!"
Arthur's face instantly reddened as the audience let loose a loud 'oooh!' at Francine's taunts. The British man stood from his seat as he yelled after the French woman, "It's not over yet, you bloody frog princess! You hear me?! It's not bloody over yet!"
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"And now we reach our final contestant coming in for today!" announced Dracul as he fixed his left glove. Turning his head around, the camera then zoomed onto two women walking onto the red carpet towards the HetaVoice Building.
There was a Danish woman with very short blonde hair that resembled a boy's cut and twinkling baby blues that reflected a wild and youthful vigour. She had a small black hat atop her head and was wearing a black overcoat with red cuffs and pants of matching colour. She was also wearing heavy, black boots.
Accompanying her was a Norwegian lady with flowing, pale blonde hair. Some of it was tied into a side braid. She also had dull, ocean blue eyes. Her dress consisted of pale colours that fit well with the light hue of her hair. She was wearing white stockings and dark shoes.
The Danish woman was chatting excitedly to the Norwegian lady while the said Norwegian lady seemed to be ignoring her with a rather passive expression on her face.
"Meet twenty-seven-year-old Ulrika Koehler, who is joined here today with her best friend Sofia," announced Dracul as the two women came closer.
"Singing is more of a hobby for me," said Ulrika with a wide grin as she was being interviewed. "I never considered doing it seriously; I work as a bartender."
"She sometimes sings in the bar she works at," Sofia said in a rather monotonous voice. "I notice that more people actually start to come in when she starts performing…she's not that bad, she makes people's heads turn around…"
"Why, thank you, Sofi!" smiled the Danish woman. The Norwegian girl just shrugged while Dracul was stunned that Ulrika didn't notice the snide tone in Sofia's voice.
Backstage in the Preparation Room, Ulrika was preparing herself. She adjusted the little hat on her head and she fixed her rather messy looking fringe. She cracked her knuckles and tilted her head from side-to-side; the sound of popping bones making the cameraman flinch.
"Well, here goes nothing," said Ulrika, still maintaining that great cheer. "Not sure if I'm gonna make it, but I know it'll be awesome if I do. Still, I'm gonna give you guys the best performance I've ever given!"
"Any Judges in particular that you want to turn around?" Dracul asked Sofia in the Waiting Room. Much to the Romanian host's surprise, the Norwegian girl started to redden.
"Well…" Sofia's gaze fell downward to their feet; her face looking much more aflame. "…"
Ulrika gave a big exhale as she made her way to the Performance Stage. "I really like all the Judges, honestly. But if Arthur Kirkland were to turn around…" the Danish woman chuckled. "Sofi would kill me! She's practically in love with that British man ever since he released that album 'Magical Days'."
"Ah…Arthur Kirkland, huh?" Dracul asked, giving a fanged grin to the now shy looking Norwegian girl. "Well maybe, Ulrika would be lucky and have him turn around?" he disregarded the sharp look that Sofia flashed him.
By this time, Ulrika had made it to the Performance Stage. She gave a big beam to the audience as she grabbed the mike. Much to everyone's surprise (except the Danish woman), the stage was tinted black. The Danish woman then lowered her head as she nodded; hearing the drumsticks tap each other three times, a strong drumbeat in a rather upbeat tempo began to play. About two seconds later from the drumbeat, a loud guitar and bass chord blared. This happened again but this time the bass joining the drumbeat. After the third time of the process, the guitar made a complicated run, prompting Ulrika to sing.
[Ulrika]
Your love is like a tidal wave
Spinning over my head
Everyone then knew why the stage was tinted black – a lot of blaring white lights began shining from various angles during Ulrika's performance. They either shone on the singer, or shone around various parts of the stage so that the Danish woman was illuminated in a lower light to make her look even more intimidating.
"Oh yeah!" Alfred called as the audience screamed in approval to the Danish woman's song choice. Ulrika had raised her head up, a more fierce and serious look I her eye.
During the guitar parts, Arthur's fingers started to twitch, and he began strumming the air. Sadik smiled at the British man while Francine found the sight amusing to watch. Alfred himself was banging his own head in his seat.
[Ulrika]
Drowning me in your promises
That are left unsaid
You're the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner, 'cause you know that you were born to be…
You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, a love taker
Don't you mess around with me
You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, a love taker
Don't you mess around!
No, no, no!
By this time, Ulrika began stomping her left foot in rhythm to the song's beat, her voice strong and firm. Arthur was strumming on an air guitar again as the complicated runs of the guitar blared on; he was quite enjoying himself.
Francine and Sadik could clearly see that.
[Ulrika]
Your love has set my soul on fire
Burning out of control
You taught me the ways of desire,
Now it's taking its toll
You're the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner, cause you know that you were born to be…
Seeing that Sofia actually looked a little nervous for her best friend, Dracul patted her shoulder as he shouted at the screen, "Come on! Just press it already!"
Back at the Performance Stage, Alfred was swaying around wildly in his chair while Francine chuckled at the sight of him dancing. Sadik was nodding his head up and down but he grinned at Arthur. The British man stopped with what he was doing, realizing that he must have looked like a complete twat in front of everyone.
He glared at Sadik, "What? What are you looking at?"
The Turkish man grinned, "This one sounds more in your ally."
Arthur rolled his eyes, but Sadik continued, "Better snag her before Alfred decides to do so…"
[Ulrika]
You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, a love taker
Don't you mess around with me
You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, a love taker
Don't you mess around!
No, no, no!
Hey!
The instruments then stopped and played a one or two chords on every first and fourth beat and a bit more melody on the final words. They began to build up as Ulrika added more grit and strength to her voice. The instruments however stopped playing on the chorus again. However, Ulrika's voice was strong enough to hold itself. The instruments re-joined her vocals in the chorus again, building up and finally played, though in a much more even tempo and sound than expected.
[Ulrika]
You're the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner, 'cause you know that you were born to be…
You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, a love taker
Don't you mess around with me!
You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, a love taker
Don't you mess around...
You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, a love taker
Don't you mess around with me
You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, a love taker…
Heartbreaker!
Heartbreaker!
Upon the last word, Ulrika had raised her arm up and lifted her head high. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she opened her mouth wide to let loose the note on the last syllable of the final word. She held it for a few seconds, which warranted a loud scream of delight from the audience. Complicated guitar strums were played during this bout.
"Bah!" Arthur slammed his hand down on his button, prompting it to light up. It swivelled around and he came face-to-face with the singer. The British man smiled up at the Danish woman.
Seeing Arthur smile quite widely shocked the other three Judges while the audience were cheering at the top of their lungs at having the British man turn around. Francine's curiosity began to go a little higher as she wondered what the performer looked like – she must be quite nice-looking to have Arthur turn around and smile like that (that Belgium girl and Vietnamese women were evidence to that).
Alfred had placed a hand over his button and almost pressed it, however he stopped at the last moment. He bit his lip as he slouched down and stared at its shiny, red surface.
[Ulrika]
Oh, you're a heartbreaker!
Dream maker, a love taker
Don't you mess around with me
You're a heartbreaker
A dream maker, a love taker
Heartbreaker!
At the very last syllable, Ulrika had held the note much longer and made it stronger than the other ones before. The white lights flashed around the black stage as the guitar finalized its complicated strumming and the drumbeat slowed down to a grand finale. The lights eventually wavered, forming a large circle around the stage and once the final note was played, concluding the performance, the lights all focused on Ulrika.
The audience whooped, whistled and cheered in delight while Arthur stood up from his seat to applaud the Danish woman. Ulrika felt really good after her performance and grinned.
The other three Judges turned around, but were instantly blinded by the white lights. Francine placed a hand over her eyes as she squinted to get a better look of the singer; Sadik leaned forward on his chair, while Alfred tried to peer as closely as he could.
For a moment, Francine and Alfred were a bit surprised by how the singer looked like – it looked a bit like a young man…
However, once the lights dimmed and the audience died down, Ulrika's appearance became more determinable and the French woman and American man could plainly see she was a woman.
Sadik whistled, "What's your name?"
"The name's Ulrika!" called the Danish woman, standing more upright. "Ulrika Koehler!"
"That was a very powerful performance, Ulrika," Sadik noted. "However, it sounded rather strained in some notes of the song…I also didn't pick you, because I knew that either Arthur or Alfred would be a better coach for a person with that sort of voice."
"I really was so close to turning around," whined Alfred. "But…I don't know! Something was holding me back!"
"Whatever, you twit," snorted Arthur. "She's mine, and there's nothing you can do about it."
"Can we do a do-over? Please?" Alfred then asked. "I should've pressed my button."
"We will not do a bloody do-over," snapped Arthur. "That's against the rules! What's done is done; it's your fault for not turning around to pick her."
"Aww, come on!" Alfred pouted and continued to whine like a child. "She sounds awesome and she looks awesome! Can't we just bend the rules this once?"
"I thought a hero played by the rules," said Arthur stiffly.
Alfred then perked up, "Yeah, you're right…okay! Well, that's bad luck for me, then. Good on ya, Artie!" he laughed as did Ulrika and spoke again, "Seriously, I was so close, but…something just stopped me from pressing! You were really killing that song, though – I'm sure Artie will take good care of you!"
"Thanks a bunch, Alfred!" called Ulrika.
"Well, I was pumped when I heard you sing, dove," remarked Arthur. "Loved the song choice – you really had great power in your voice and it obviously showed. The way you sang, rather pumped up not only the audience, but me as well. I actually felt like I wanted to play with you onstage."
The audience suddenly shouted in approval at the English man's last sentence. Arthur looked at everyone in surprise when someone from the crowd yelled, "Play your guitar, Arthur!"
Arthur reddened a bit, suddenly looking rather embarassed, "Really? Play? Now? Oh, don't be absurd! I'm sure Dracul has to finish the show soon and-"
"He's just saying that 'cause I'm totes a better player than he is," Alfred said with a smirk, causing Francine to cover her giggling while Sadik gave a loud, 'oooh!'
Arthur's jaw stiffened and one of his green eyes twitched. The English man snapped, "I am older and more experienced than you are, you bloody twat! I can play better than you ever can!"
"Oh yeah? Well play something now!"
"Don't be absurd!" said Arthur sharply. "I don't think I even have the time now! Tonight's episode is almost finished and…" suddenly Arthur stared at the cameraman, eyes widening slightly. "What? Really? That's quite a bit…okay then, where's my guitar? Just hand me a guitar. I'll show you how it's done!"
One of the musicians passed around a sleek, black electric guitar with a leather strap. The guitar eventually reached Arthur's hands. The English man swung the strap over his head and propped the guitar as he rose from his seat and went on the stage. The audience screamed out in joy and whooped as the British man then cleared his throat, "How about this? Sing from the chorus where at first no instruments were playing."
Ulrika was grinning from ear-to-ear; Arthur Kirkland was going to perform with her – he was going to play guitar! The Danish woman really hoped that her Norwegian friend would be watching this…
Seeing the British man nod, Ulrika then started from the point that Arthur had signalled. When Ulrika finished singing the first chorus and reached the second one, Arthur started playing, his legs somewhat spread apart as he expertly started strumming. By the time Ulrika sang "Heartbreaker!" Arthur was now in the zone.
Much to the Judges' surprise and the audience's delight, the English man began crouching as his fingers skillfully danced along the strings of the electric guitar, blaring the complicated runs perfectly. Arthur's eyes were shut at this point as he bit his bottom lip, absorbed in the music.
When it reached the ending, Arthur leapt high up in the air to do the final strum, landing on his feet again, though in a bit more of a courched stance with one leg bent while the other was stretched out. He was panting; very much out of breath as the audience cheered at the top of their lungs and stood from their seats. The Judges also stood from their own seats. The British man then shook hands and gave a small embrace to Ulrika.
After she left the Performance Stage, Arthur returned the guitar to its original owner and wiped the sweat that gathered on his forehead with his arm. "Phew…" he sighed. "That was jolly good, I think."
"That was pretty insane, Arthur," laughed Sadik. "Must've taken a hell of a lot from you – you're all red."
"Dang Artie," Alfred grinned. "I'm still awesomer than you!"
Arthur rolled his eyes as he sat back in his chair, "In your dreams, you git. I have skills."
In the Waiting Room, Ulrika had run up to Sofia and enveloped her in a huge embrace. The Norwegian lady was red-faced with a rather irritated expression on her face, but nevertheless, didn't push the Danish woman away.
"How about that, Sofi?" smiled Ulrika. "Arthur Kirkland turned around for me!"
Sofia nodded, though she looked flustered at the mention of the English man's name. "Be grateful he of all people turned," she said.
"Sofi must be so jealous of me," laughed Ulrika. "But she doesn't have to worry – I'm not interested in Arthur like that. Oh! I should've asked him for an autograph for Sofia! She would've loved that! Well…maybe next time I'll get one from him; I'm sure he won't mind."
"Nah, he won't," Dracul waved goodbye to the two women as the left the HetaVoice Building. He then shifted his attention back to the camera, "And there you have it, folks! The end of the second day of the Blind Auditions! what more amazing talent and crazy antics will the Judges pull in our next episode of HetaVoice? I'm your host, Dracul Dalca, and I hope you enjoyed!"
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"Next time on the HetaVoice, expect the talent to continue blowing the roof off of the building as the Judges are getting closer and closer to filling up their teams!" spoke up Dracul's voice-over. "Expect to still see some bidding against each other, however their willingness to press the button will be harder than ever!"
"You gonna press it?" Sadik mouthed to Arthur in a quick shot. The British man gave a yell of frustration as he banged his head a few centimetres away from his shiny, red button.
The camera then shifts to a scene where Alfred looks determined at the contestant, "I'm willing to fight and work my ass off for you!"
"Oh, please…" Arthur said, rolling his eyes.
"I'm not smoking, dude!" protested Alfred. "I'll fight for you to the very end, man! Totes I would!"
The camera then shifts to another scene where Francine is smiling at the contestant, "Well, you are all mine – a part of my team, mon cher. That is what matters."
Dracul's voice-over finally concluded in a jovial manner, "Now, have a nice day, everybody!"
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And there you have it! Episode 2 of the Blind Auditions! This one took much longer than I expected...but I'm glad I was able to pull through and make it. Only 2 more episodes of the Blind Auditions until the next round of HetaVoice (to those of you who have watched The Voice, you know what I'm talking about). I'm nowhere near started in making the next chapter, though... T.T A list of who's who in this episode:
Toris Laurinaitis (Lithuania)
Feliks (Poland) [I can never spell this guy's last name correctly...]
Emma van Stein (Belgium)
Lars van Stein (Netherlands/Holland)
Julia "Julchen" Weillschmidt (Nyo!Prussia)
Louise Weillschmidt (Nyo!Germany)
Lien Nguyen (Vietnam)
Xiang Mei (Taiwan)
Tino Väinämöinen (Finland)
Berwald Oxenstierna (Sweden)
Peter (Sealand)
Raivis Galante (Latvia)
Eduard von Bock (Estonia)
Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo (Spain)
Carmen Fernandez-Carriedo (Nyo!Spain)
Pablo (Chibi!Spain)
Felicia Valentino (Nyo!Italy)
Ludwig (Germany)
Romana Valentino (Nyo!Romano/Nyo!South Italy)
Marcello Valentino (Seborga)
Ulrika Koehler (Nyo!Denmark)
Sofia (Nyo!Norway)
Songs sung:
Toris Laurinaitis = I'm Yours by Jason Mraz (Vers. by Devon Barley)
Emma van Stein = How Come You Don't Call Me by Alicia Keys (Vers. by Carmen Smith)
Julia "Julchen" Weillschmidt = S&M by Rihanna (Vers. by Yianna Stavrou)
Lien Nguyen = It's a Man's Man's Man's World by (Vers. by Karise Eden)
Tino Väinämöinen = Miss You by Rolling Stones (Vers. by Yshrael Pascual)
Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo = Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper (Vers. by Javier Colon)
Felicia Valentino = Teenage Dream by Katy Perry (Vers. by Nicki Dawson)
Ulrika Koehler = Heartbreaker by Pat Benetar (Vers. by Angie Johnson)
You'll notice that I didn't add Peter's last name - here in this story, he and Arthur aren't brothers. The people who Feliks is also referring to when describing fashion to Toris are Chun-Yan (Nyo!China) and Lovino. I honestly don't sometimes get Nyo!Italy's portrayals in certain fics - she's seen as weak and bubble-headed as her male counterpart, but I thought she was strong and more emotional.
I actually saw some designs of Nyo!Denmark and Nyo!Norway - (here's the site, just scroll almost to the bottom. Type in then add this bit: AxisPowersHetalia/GenderFlipVersions.
If anyone's wondering about certain characters' "reasons" for troubles in life, those will be revealed later on in chapters only concerning the relationship the contestants will have in the HetaVoice mansion they stay at after the Blind Auditions segment is complete (so yes, you'll learn another more vital reason as to why Antonio was kicked out of his house and how Pablo came to be as well [don't worry, it's not incest - I find that disturbing]). Chibi!Spain gave me diabetes when I saw him. My sister screamed and showed him to me. My best friend just found him adorable and gushed over him (much like Spain himself around children). Damn you Chibibun for giving me cavities, diabetes and a busted cochlea. XD
Thoughts and opinions, guys? I actually wonder about your thoughts on the teams so far:
Team Sadik: Agatha Clarkland, Dmitri Yektarina, Im Yong Soo, Tino Väinämöinen
Team Arthur: Lovino Vargas, Mitchell Mancham, Emma van Stein, Lien Nguyen, Ulrika Koehler
Team Francine: Ling Chun-Yan, Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo, Felicia Valentino
Team Alfred: Erika Zwingli, Toris Laurinaitis, Julia "Julchen" Weillschmidt
I better get a move on and make the next chapter. Have a nice day, everyone! :DDD
