HAPPY BIRTHDAY Searchingformyheart!
BIRTHDAY GIFT PART TWO! WOO YEAH!
ATTENTION ALL READERS: I COMMAND YOU TO GO SPAM HER INBOX WITH HAPPY BIRTHDAY PMs. GO NOW! She's like, super amazing and talented and smart and sarcastic and funny and... I CAN'T PUT IT IN WORDS, OKAY?! But, she's a great person, and everything I look for in a friend (you know, if we could actually ever meet in person...) She's been through some serious sh*t like you wouldn't believe, but she is SO strong. She inspires me in more ways than just for writing, and has always been supportive (even when she's too lazy to respond to me XD). Anyway, enjoy!
It was the strangest thing.
One minute, Amu is back stage, freaking out, and the next, she's sauntering to center-stage, oozing confidence.
What?
Ugh. Couldn't we have had this revelation an hour ago?! Her pace was slow and measured, almost intimidatingly so. The crowd died down for just a moment, before releasing an even louder uproar of cheers. Her eyes flitted for just a second to the camera aimed at her face, and she gave a small smirk.
Her strides were calm and even. She was introduced, and a poster went up in the crowd with "Fly high, little sparrow!" written on it. I could see her eye twitch, as her father jumped up and down, waving paper fans all over the place. Amu closed her eyes and ignored her dad. Then, she took a deep breath, and began her performance. Heh. It was "Brick by Boring Brick" by Paramore (I do not own any part of the song, and all rights go to their respective owners. Suggested by MANY reviewers.)
I watched as she walked off the stage, where her façade immediately broke. She wished Yaya good-luck, and slumped against the wall, burying her face in her hands.
Yaya was dancing to a song called "Anything Could Happen" by Ellie Goulding (I do not own any part of the song, and all rights go to their respective owners. Suggested by no one. Yaya is unloved...). It was an interesting routine. When she told me she was a ballerina, somehow I pictured classical music... Nope. It was ballet still, but let's just say I have a newfound respect for whoever is her choreographer. Her routine was like a really upbeat and current one, with ballet technique moves integrated in. It was impressive.
The heck?! How does she do so many turns without falling on her freaking face?! Whoa. She's still smiling, after that?! I would be nauseous...
"Dancing's really more difficult than you think." Wha? Souma?! Creeper...
"Yep. Singing's hard too, though."
"Really now? I bet I'd be able to do okay."
"Yep. I doubt that seriously. Yeah? Then why don't you try?! You'd never make it past the next round if you guys were like, a band or something."
"I bet you couldn't dance either!" Ha ha. I got your dumb temper going there. Heh.
"Ugh. Well, that's never going to happen because you can't switch talents in the competition. So, I guess we'll never know. Lets just drop this. I can't stand stupidity."
Ikuto's performance was interesting to say the least. He gave absolutely no effort, but everyone loved him anyways. Pfft. Stupid naturally attractive people... Oh look! Amu's a fire-truck... Don't ask me to tell you what song he played. I couldn't identify it if I tried (which I'm not going to).
Saaya? I don't know if you could even consider it a performance. It was more like torture. Her horse-like voice distorted the song to the point where it was unrecognizable. I could see Rima in the crowd, holding back laughter. After that ear-bleeding, I have one thing to say:
Bye-bye, b*%^#!
*Ahem* excuse my language.
"Alright folks! This episode was the introduction round! You got to see their skills, and at the beginning of next episode, you'll see a bit of their personal lives and personalities! We will have interview footage, as well as some from an average day in their lives!" the host-guy with perfectly styled hair said. Ugh, as if I don't have enough stalkers already. One is plenty, thanks.
"Since this was merely the introductions, no one will be eliminated yet! That will start next round. Speaking of next round, we have a surprise for you!" Even Ikuto was paying attention now. The host-dude has a sadistic glint in his eyes...
"To test your strengths as performers, we've set up a challenge... you will be working in pairs!"
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Huh?
"Huh?" Looks like Amu was thinking the same thing.
"Yes, we will be pairing your acts together! It is up to you how you incorporate each person into your next performance, but we're giving you two weeks instead of one this time. Your interviews will air next week, and the performance after that! Also, you may not have a partner with the same talent as you~! Good luck!"
"P-Pairs?!" You really don't catch on quickly, do you Amu?
"Here are the pairings! Triple Threat and Saaya and her Kitties, Z and Serina-"
Now, here's the part where you think my life would be like some cliché movie, and pair me with Souma and them. Well, HA! Whoever said "Karma is a bitch" was wrong, because Karma is my BFF, as of now.
"Hinamori Amu and Streetside Beat!"
Take that, life. You are not gonna be a shoujo manga today.
"Hoshina Utau and Yuiki Yaya!"
Yaya's cool. I can deal with her. I feel bad for Amu though... But not too bad. It's better than me having them as teammates...
"Ugh. No way! Anyone can dance, with practice, but not just anyone can sing!" How we were on this subject again, I have no clue. We were waiting backstage for the crowd to disperse before leaving. "Amu, please explain to him that music isn't all that easy."
"It's true." She was in her cool-character again.
"Yeah? Well, you're paired with Yaya, right? Why don't you two do a routine, and we'll see if you make it to the next round."
"IS THAT A CHALLENGE, SOUMA?!"
"You bet!"
"I bet what?"
"What?"
"What are we betting?! I'm not doing this for nothing! I better get something out of it when I prove you wrong!"
"Okay... How about you'll be my girlfriend?"
"That's not going to happen. And, I'm not losing this round and getting eliminated either, so... My condition is that you and Amu play a song. And, you have to sing." Haha, I feel evil... "And when you're eliminated, you'll stop stalking me."
"Hm... Deal. But, I'm changing my terms of the bet. You'll be my girlfriend, and admit it on TV"
"Then, you'll stop stalking me, and never talk to me again."
"SHUT UP ALREADY! Quit being children, honestly! Don't you all know anything?!" Rima interjected. Ooooh, we angered the chibi... There's little flames in her eyes.
"Well, what do you think they should bet, Rima?" Amu asked.
"They should both just grow up and bet a genie-wish."
"A what?" Yaya joined the conversation.
"A genie-wish. A simpler way of saying that the other person has to do one thing the winner says, no questions asked." Nagihiko explained. Rima glared at him, for knowing what she was talking about.
"How about it then? Whoever moves on gets a genie-wish?" He asks.
"Prepare to eat your words, Souma." I smirked. He extended his hand, and I shook it.
Only... He wouldn't let my hand go.
"What're you doing?"
"Holding hands with Utau-chan, of course!" He grins. I punched him in the shoulder... Hard. "Ow! That hurt, Utau-chan..." But it worked, didn't it? He let go.
Hah. I win.
"MAN UP YOU PANSY!"
Today's Question!
"Are you making a book cover?"
Oh yeah, I FINALLY DREW A COVER! I did my best... Sorry it sucks. I couldn't get the thing to crop the way I wanted, or center it or whatever that crap and stuff. Ugh, I'm just done messing with it. So, if you wanna see the full picture, it's on the Instagram account me and a few friends share for our drawings and such. The username is xSelfExpressionx if you wanna go see how sucky it is, FULL SIZE. Oh dear, what the heck do I do to myself... Yeah. Don't worry, no personal info you can stalk there, either. And, even then, you don't know who the info is about, since its shared. K thanks.
Don't forget to wish Searchingformyheart a happy birthday! I WILL MAKE SURE EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU DO! She's like, PERFECTION.
On a separate note, I finally posted something on FictionPress! It sucks. Don't read it. It's just one of my random sparks of inspiration that turned into a one-chapter piece just in time to make a perfect birthday gift for Sea. So, there. Don't... Don't judge me...