Summary: Sakura and Syaoran are in a singing contest, which, if they win, get a recording contract plus a lot of fame. They're rivals, of course, but once they get closer, they start to fall in love. They work their way up to the top two, but who will win?
A/N: I'm on Chapter 2.…. But I'm disappointed at the turnout of reviews. So peoples, PLEASE review!! Okay, anyways, this is the part where they meet each other. Not much to say…..just read and review. And sorry that I'm making Tomoyo so OCC!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own CCS, plus I don't own the songs that are in here.
Road to Stardom
By SwEeT AnGeL 1004
Chapter 2: First Day of the Contest
Sakura stretched her arms out as she stepped out from Tomoyo's limousine. It had been a long, hard ride to Tokyo, but they had made it.
Tomoyo was busy yelling directions--she never missed a beat.
"You! Get our stuff to room 263 in the Emerald Towers! Yes, you! Before I call out your manager! Stephen, be a dear and park this, please. Robert, my cell?" Tomoyo called out.
A poor, skinny bellhop lugged Sakura and Tomoyo's 17, yes SEVENTEEN bags on a little cart thingy with the help of Stephen, their chauffer, and afterwards he left. Robert handed Tomoyo her cell phone and she speed-dialed Eriol to tell him they had safely made the trip.
Sakura shook her head, feeling sorry for the poor guys who had to work for Tomoyo the Dictator in their totalitarian government of Daidouji………..
While Tomoyo was chattering away to Eriol about the trip, they made their way into the lavish hotel lobby, which included exotic plants, fountains and dressed up workers.
At the front desk, Tomoyo finally snapped her cell phone shut and said, "Key to room 263, please. Thank you."
Tomoyo handed Sakura a set of keys to the personal spa area, their room, a private gym and a private swimming pool.
"Come on," Tomoyo said, and led Sakura to the direction of the elevators.
Sakura looking down at her appearance, hoping she didn't look too bad from the 6-hour trip to Tokyo, accidentally bumped into a tall male.
"Sorry!" Sakura excused herself, and looked up at the guy.
He was tall, brown hair and dangerous glimmering eyes. He was Sakura's age, maybe a little older.
"Watch it," he slightly growled, and Sakura looked surprised.
"Well, SORRY. Maybe YOU should try looking where you're going, too!" Sakura said, and shook her head in mild anger.
A slim, tall girl with long jet black hair, and had a look of mischievous innocence around her.
"Excuse my cousin. We just got off a very turbulent flight, and he's not feeling quite like himself. Sorry about that!" Meiling apologized, and Sakura smiled at the nice girl.
"Come on, Meiling," Syaoran sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Attitude check," Sakura whispered to Tomoyo when they got onto the elevator.
"But he WAS mildly hot," Tomoyo said.
"Tomoyo! You're engaged! You're not supposed to be looking at other men!" Sakura said in fake shock.
Tomoyo grinned, but said, "Well, we're not married yet. But anyways, you did remember to bring your music stuff right? This IS a singing contest."
"Yup. Brought some songs I wrote, my guitar and portable keyboard, plus a ton of music sheets. I know I have to write some more songs because I do want to win this thing," Sakura said.
"Good. That's the spirit!" Tomoyo said, and finally they got off the elevator.
The two girls walked down the quiet, spacious hallway to their room and saw that their stuff was still in the cart in front of their door, waiting for them.
While Tomoyo opened the door, Sakura quickly checked that all of their things were there.
They walked into the large room that had two queen beds, and quickly set their stuff down.
"There's an orientation later for everyone in the contest. Since the Yukimoto center is only two blocks down from the hotel, we can walk there," Tomoyo said, reading a pamphlet she had gotten.
"Okay. What time?" Sakura asked, opening her suitcase.
"At 7. It's a mixed dinner and orientation. We'll have dinner in the dining hall then orientation in the auditorium. What time is it right now?" Tomoyo asked.
As Sakura, pulled out her clothes and hung them in the closet of the room, she replied, "6. I'll get ready as soon as I finish unpacking. What about you?"
Tomoyo said, "Me too. But I'm going to check out the bathroom."
Sakura watched as Tomoyo went through the door leading to the bathroom and continued hanging up her clothes and putting things away.
She heard Tomoyo come back in and looked up.
Tomoyo was red in the face and fuming.
"I can't BELIEVE they would do this to us! I'm going to call the management," Tomoyo said angrily, and stalked over to the hotel phone.
"Wait. What's the matter?" Sakura asked calmly.
"We're sharing a bathroom with the people next door!!!" Tomoyo exclaimed.
"Come on, that's not that bad. Maybe they'll be nice people," Sakura said, trying to look at the positive side.
"I don't care. I'm going to call the people. Since this room was free, maybe we can give them some money to upgrade us," Tomoyo said and dialed the numbers on the phone.
Meanwhile, Sakura set up her keyboard and guitar and put them in the corner of the room. Then she put together her music stand and put several sheets of music on them.
Tomoyo slammed the phone down, making Sakura jump.
"What's up?" Sakura asked, concerned.
"THEY'RE NOT GIVING US ANOTHER ROOM!!!!!!!!!!!" Tomoyo screamed, and gnawed her teeth in anger.
"Come on. Calm down. Why?" Sakura asked.
"Because this hotel is full of all the contestants. AND ALL the other hotels are full too, since there's a conference across the town," Tomoyo said.
"Well, that sucks. Let me check out who's in the other room," Sakura said, and walked through the bathroom.
She patiently knocked on the door, and waited until she heard a muffled voice, "Who's there?"
Sakura grinned, and said, "Boo."
On the other side, someone caught onto the joke, "Boo who?"
"Boo who stop crying!" Sakura said, laughing in spite of herself at the corny joke.
The person on the other side opened their door and exclaimed, "Oh! It's you again!"
"Hi! Meiling, right?" Sakura asked, surprised.
"Yeah. I never knew you were in the contest!" Meiling said.
"Yup. And you?" Sakura questioned.
"Nah. My cousin, Syaoran, is doing it. I'm just his assistant. Or tagalong, whatever you call it," Meiling said.
From the room, Syaoran had been listening.
He was pleased that FINALLY, Meiling had stopped introducing herself as his fiancé.
But anyways, Meiling said, "So, what are you doing here?"
Sakura threw back her head and laughed, "Well, Tomoyo, my roommate, wasn't too happy with the idea that we have to share the bathroom. But I guess its okay now. You guys know about orientation tonight, right?"
"Yeah. Let's walk down together for the dinner. Well, I have to get dressed. See ya!" Meiling said, and the both walked back to their rooms.
"Who were you talking to?" Tomoyo asked, curiously.
"You know that guy I bumped into at the lobby? And his cousin? They're rooming together next door. They're super nice. Oh, and I told Meiling (that's her name), that we'd walk down with them to the Yukimoto Center," Sakura said.
Tomoyo shrugged, and said, "I guess. Come on, let's get ready."
They both quickly changed and put on some light make-up to get ready since it was already 6:30.
Sakura changed from jeans and a yellow tee-shirt to an elegant pair of black pants from Banana Republic and a thin green sweater. She tied half of her hair up with a piece of green ribbon and applied some pink lip gloss.
Tomoyo simply changed into a khaki skirt and black quarter-sleeve top.
They grabbed their purses and went out into the hallway to wait for Meiling and Syaoran.
Meiling emerged in a dark purple sundress with matching hair clips, and Syaoran came out decked in baggy jeans and a loose tee.
"Let's go," Sakura chirped, and they headed to the elevator, Syaoran with the usual scowl on his face.
In the quiet elevator, Sakura suddenly giggled at Syaoran's look.
"What?" he asked.
"Sorry. I'm just saying that you probably won't get much votes with that grimace on your face," Sakura commented and smiled, revealing pearly white teeth.
Syaoran shrugged, and turned away, trying to conceal a half-grin.
They got off the elevator and out into the lobby, where they walked out into the busy streets of Tokyo.
It was short, silent walk to the extremely large Yoshimoto center, and inside there was a loud bustle of activity.
Syaoran strode up to the front desk and asked, "Where's the Road to Stardom dinner?"
"In the Dining Hall. Walk that way and you'll see signs all over the place," the person said, and pointed to the left.
Syaoran walked over to the left hallway, where they could clearly see signed that proclaimed, "ROAD TO STARDOM DINNER! DINNER HALL! ---à"
Meiling, Sakura and Tomoyo ran to catch up with Syaoran's long strides, and soon they entered a large room with tables and tables.
There were about 50 or so people milling around, waiting for some directions, and so the quartet stood around, not really saying anything,
Finally, a man with a microphone at the front of the room said, "All right everyone! Please find a seat and we'll get started!"
The three girls and Syaoran grabbed the nearest table, and they were soon joined by two more girls and a guy.
"First off, we'll start by eating and watching our demo tapes that got us into this spot! As you know, over 10 thousand people signed up, and YOU, out of all of them, MADE IT! We had to pick 50 people out of that many, and you made it. That's a big deal!" the man grinned and said, "We'll have waiters coming out for your order. Then, we'll get the film rolling."
Sakura groaned, "Tomoyo, please tell me which tape you submitted."
Tomoyo looked slightly guilty, "The one from the talent show………"
Sakura sighed exasperated, "The one I told you never to show to anyone?"
Tomoyo nodded, lower lip protruding out, making her look like a lost puppy.
Sakura said, "Thank you. I got me into this contest."
She hugged and surprised Tomoyo, and the waiters came out.
"I'd like a double cheese individual sized pizza with bacon and pepperoni--" Sakura started to order before Tomoyo cut her off.
"We'll have two garden salads with house dressing on the side, please," Tomoyo said, and flashed Sakura a look.
"What was that for? I'm starving?" Sakura asked.
"You're going to be on TV. You need to lose some excess pounds, since the camera already adds 10 more. So nothing but veggies for ya, honey," Tomoyo said.
Sakura sighed again and said, "You're really getting into this whole trainer slash manager, aren't you?"
"Oh yeah, baby," Tomoyo laughed.
The lights in the dining hall dimmed and the first slide came out--and just Sakura's luck, it was hers.
Sakura was younger then, about one year, maybe two?
She was wearing a slinky yellow dress and was smiling prettily at the camera and audience.
She opened her mouth and started to sing.
The real Sakura groaned and buried her face in her hands in embarrassment, as some of the guys in the dining room catcalled.
The short film quickly ended and another one started, someone's they didn't know.
Their food came out shortly, and Sakura hungrily dug into the not-so-filling lettuce, carrots and dressing with the occasional crouton.
She finished her meal, staring at Syaoran's lasagna he hadn't quite finished.
Syaoran noticed this and said, "Want some?"
Sakura politely declined, but her stomach growled at her, and everyone at the table laughed.
Pretty soon all the movie clips were finished, and they stood up and were led to the big auditorium.
The same man, whose name was Mr. Kenora, stood on the stage.
The auditorium was huge; it looked like those places where the Emmy's and Grammy's and Oscar's or whatever were held. You know, with the chairs to seat about 10 thousand people……….*hint hint*
"This is the place you will be singing. This whole place will be jampacked with fans who have bought tickets to come in. That's about 10 thousand people, plus there's going to be millions more watching on national TV. For those of you who are shy, this is definitely not for you," Mr. Kenora said, rather harshly.
Everyone looked at each other uneasily, wondering what would happen next.
"You will spend most of your time in your hotel rooms making up songs and practicing them. We'll have a dress rehearsal every night at 5 pm, then go off on our ways for dinner. The weekly concerts will be on Saturdays at 8. Every week you must have a new song, if you manage to make it to the next week. Results on who made it or not to the next step will be posted on Wednesdays. That gives you three days to make a new song for those of you who make it. That's all for tonight's orientation. I expect you to follow along."
Everyone looked at each other again but with raised eyebrows.
"Go, now! I'm a busy man!" Mr. Kenora shouted, and the 50 young people tentatively left.
Sakura and Syaoran and Meiling and Tomoyo walked back to the hotel, talking softly about Mr. Kenora and the contest.
"So, Syaoran. Have you written any songs?" Sakura asked.
"Duh. You expect me to come here unprepared?" Syaoran asked.
Sakura shrugged, "Maybe we could work together or something. Help each other?"
Syaoran said, "No thanks. I prefer to work ALONE."
Sakura made a face at Syaoran's back, and Meiling and Tomoyo laughed.
"You guys would make SUCH a cute couple," Meiling laughed.
Syaoran was surprised again, but didn't show it on his face. Meiling actually saying that someone else would look good with him? She must really like this Sakura.
"Well, I'm going to sleep. I'm tired," Tomoyo announced.
"Me too," Meiling said, and yawned.
"Ooh, the bathroom's going to be crowded. I'll take shower while you guys are getting ready to go to sleep. Then we can sleep," Sakura said.
Syaoran had tuned them out and was thinking up a rhythm in his head for some lyrics he had written.
They walked to their rooms, and quickly changed into their pjs, while Syaoran was weight lifting in his room with some gym equipment he had brought.
The three girls crowded into the rather small bathroom and Sakura went inside the shower stall to take a relaxing shower. Tomoyo and Meiling brushed their teeth, washed their faces and took off their makeup.
They went outside, done with their night's washing and Sakura was finished with her shower.
The steam had fogged up the glass walls of the shower stall and didn't see Syaoran when he walked in.
Of course, he didn't see her either, and thought, "Good. They're all gone. Now I can take a shower."
He made a small face at a bra and underwear lying on the ground, and started to strip off his clothes.
Sakura dried her hair inside the shower stall as the windows slowly started to defog, and stepped out just as Syaoran turned around--both of them in their birthday suits.
"AUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A/N: Cliffhanger. Sorry. I just didn't know how to finish it. A lot of these fanfics happen to have nude shows, don't they? Haha. Anyways, please review. I'll post up faster if you do. Bye!
A/N: I'm on Chapter 2.…. But I'm disappointed at the turnout of reviews. So peoples, PLEASE review!! Okay, anyways, this is the part where they meet each other. Not much to say…..just read and review. And sorry that I'm making Tomoyo so OCC!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own CCS, plus I don't own the songs that are in here.
Road to Stardom
By SwEeT AnGeL 1004
Chapter 2: First Day of the Contest
Sakura stretched her arms out as she stepped out from Tomoyo's limousine. It had been a long, hard ride to Tokyo, but they had made it.
Tomoyo was busy yelling directions--she never missed a beat.
"You! Get our stuff to room 263 in the Emerald Towers! Yes, you! Before I call out your manager! Stephen, be a dear and park this, please. Robert, my cell?" Tomoyo called out.
A poor, skinny bellhop lugged Sakura and Tomoyo's 17, yes SEVENTEEN bags on a little cart thingy with the help of Stephen, their chauffer, and afterwards he left. Robert handed Tomoyo her cell phone and she speed-dialed Eriol to tell him they had safely made the trip.
Sakura shook her head, feeling sorry for the poor guys who had to work for Tomoyo the Dictator in their totalitarian government of Daidouji………..
While Tomoyo was chattering away to Eriol about the trip, they made their way into the lavish hotel lobby, which included exotic plants, fountains and dressed up workers.
At the front desk, Tomoyo finally snapped her cell phone shut and said, "Key to room 263, please. Thank you."
Tomoyo handed Sakura a set of keys to the personal spa area, their room, a private gym and a private swimming pool.
"Come on," Tomoyo said, and led Sakura to the direction of the elevators.
Sakura looking down at her appearance, hoping she didn't look too bad from the 6-hour trip to Tokyo, accidentally bumped into a tall male.
"Sorry!" Sakura excused herself, and looked up at the guy.
He was tall, brown hair and dangerous glimmering eyes. He was Sakura's age, maybe a little older.
"Watch it," he slightly growled, and Sakura looked surprised.
"Well, SORRY. Maybe YOU should try looking where you're going, too!" Sakura said, and shook her head in mild anger.
A slim, tall girl with long jet black hair, and had a look of mischievous innocence around her.
"Excuse my cousin. We just got off a very turbulent flight, and he's not feeling quite like himself. Sorry about that!" Meiling apologized, and Sakura smiled at the nice girl.
"Come on, Meiling," Syaoran sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Attitude check," Sakura whispered to Tomoyo when they got onto the elevator.
"But he WAS mildly hot," Tomoyo said.
"Tomoyo! You're engaged! You're not supposed to be looking at other men!" Sakura said in fake shock.
Tomoyo grinned, but said, "Well, we're not married yet. But anyways, you did remember to bring your music stuff right? This IS a singing contest."
"Yup. Brought some songs I wrote, my guitar and portable keyboard, plus a ton of music sheets. I know I have to write some more songs because I do want to win this thing," Sakura said.
"Good. That's the spirit!" Tomoyo said, and finally they got off the elevator.
The two girls walked down the quiet, spacious hallway to their room and saw that their stuff was still in the cart in front of their door, waiting for them.
While Tomoyo opened the door, Sakura quickly checked that all of their things were there.
They walked into the large room that had two queen beds, and quickly set their stuff down.
"There's an orientation later for everyone in the contest. Since the Yukimoto center is only two blocks down from the hotel, we can walk there," Tomoyo said, reading a pamphlet she had gotten.
"Okay. What time?" Sakura asked, opening her suitcase.
"At 7. It's a mixed dinner and orientation. We'll have dinner in the dining hall then orientation in the auditorium. What time is it right now?" Tomoyo asked.
As Sakura, pulled out her clothes and hung them in the closet of the room, she replied, "6. I'll get ready as soon as I finish unpacking. What about you?"
Tomoyo said, "Me too. But I'm going to check out the bathroom."
Sakura watched as Tomoyo went through the door leading to the bathroom and continued hanging up her clothes and putting things away.
She heard Tomoyo come back in and looked up.
Tomoyo was red in the face and fuming.
"I can't BELIEVE they would do this to us! I'm going to call the management," Tomoyo said angrily, and stalked over to the hotel phone.
"Wait. What's the matter?" Sakura asked calmly.
"We're sharing a bathroom with the people next door!!!" Tomoyo exclaimed.
"Come on, that's not that bad. Maybe they'll be nice people," Sakura said, trying to look at the positive side.
"I don't care. I'm going to call the people. Since this room was free, maybe we can give them some money to upgrade us," Tomoyo said and dialed the numbers on the phone.
Meanwhile, Sakura set up her keyboard and guitar and put them in the corner of the room. Then she put together her music stand and put several sheets of music on them.
Tomoyo slammed the phone down, making Sakura jump.
"What's up?" Sakura asked, concerned.
"THEY'RE NOT GIVING US ANOTHER ROOM!!!!!!!!!!!" Tomoyo screamed, and gnawed her teeth in anger.
"Come on. Calm down. Why?" Sakura asked.
"Because this hotel is full of all the contestants. AND ALL the other hotels are full too, since there's a conference across the town," Tomoyo said.
"Well, that sucks. Let me check out who's in the other room," Sakura said, and walked through the bathroom.
She patiently knocked on the door, and waited until she heard a muffled voice, "Who's there?"
Sakura grinned, and said, "Boo."
On the other side, someone caught onto the joke, "Boo who?"
"Boo who stop crying!" Sakura said, laughing in spite of herself at the corny joke.
The person on the other side opened their door and exclaimed, "Oh! It's you again!"
"Hi! Meiling, right?" Sakura asked, surprised.
"Yeah. I never knew you were in the contest!" Meiling said.
"Yup. And you?" Sakura questioned.
"Nah. My cousin, Syaoran, is doing it. I'm just his assistant. Or tagalong, whatever you call it," Meiling said.
From the room, Syaoran had been listening.
He was pleased that FINALLY, Meiling had stopped introducing herself as his fiancé.
But anyways, Meiling said, "So, what are you doing here?"
Sakura threw back her head and laughed, "Well, Tomoyo, my roommate, wasn't too happy with the idea that we have to share the bathroom. But I guess its okay now. You guys know about orientation tonight, right?"
"Yeah. Let's walk down together for the dinner. Well, I have to get dressed. See ya!" Meiling said, and the both walked back to their rooms.
"Who were you talking to?" Tomoyo asked, curiously.
"You know that guy I bumped into at the lobby? And his cousin? They're rooming together next door. They're super nice. Oh, and I told Meiling (that's her name), that we'd walk down with them to the Yukimoto Center," Sakura said.
Tomoyo shrugged, and said, "I guess. Come on, let's get ready."
They both quickly changed and put on some light make-up to get ready since it was already 6:30.
Sakura changed from jeans and a yellow tee-shirt to an elegant pair of black pants from Banana Republic and a thin green sweater. She tied half of her hair up with a piece of green ribbon and applied some pink lip gloss.
Tomoyo simply changed into a khaki skirt and black quarter-sleeve top.
They grabbed their purses and went out into the hallway to wait for Meiling and Syaoran.
Meiling emerged in a dark purple sundress with matching hair clips, and Syaoran came out decked in baggy jeans and a loose tee.
"Let's go," Sakura chirped, and they headed to the elevator, Syaoran with the usual scowl on his face.
In the quiet elevator, Sakura suddenly giggled at Syaoran's look.
"What?" he asked.
"Sorry. I'm just saying that you probably won't get much votes with that grimace on your face," Sakura commented and smiled, revealing pearly white teeth.
Syaoran shrugged, and turned away, trying to conceal a half-grin.
They got off the elevator and out into the lobby, where they walked out into the busy streets of Tokyo.
It was short, silent walk to the extremely large Yoshimoto center, and inside there was a loud bustle of activity.
Syaoran strode up to the front desk and asked, "Where's the Road to Stardom dinner?"
"In the Dining Hall. Walk that way and you'll see signs all over the place," the person said, and pointed to the left.
Syaoran walked over to the left hallway, where they could clearly see signed that proclaimed, "ROAD TO STARDOM DINNER! DINNER HALL! ---à"
Meiling, Sakura and Tomoyo ran to catch up with Syaoran's long strides, and soon they entered a large room with tables and tables.
There were about 50 or so people milling around, waiting for some directions, and so the quartet stood around, not really saying anything,
Finally, a man with a microphone at the front of the room said, "All right everyone! Please find a seat and we'll get started!"
The three girls and Syaoran grabbed the nearest table, and they were soon joined by two more girls and a guy.
"First off, we'll start by eating and watching our demo tapes that got us into this spot! As you know, over 10 thousand people signed up, and YOU, out of all of them, MADE IT! We had to pick 50 people out of that many, and you made it. That's a big deal!" the man grinned and said, "We'll have waiters coming out for your order. Then, we'll get the film rolling."
Sakura groaned, "Tomoyo, please tell me which tape you submitted."
Tomoyo looked slightly guilty, "The one from the talent show………"
Sakura sighed exasperated, "The one I told you never to show to anyone?"
Tomoyo nodded, lower lip protruding out, making her look like a lost puppy.
Sakura said, "Thank you. I got me into this contest."
She hugged and surprised Tomoyo, and the waiters came out.
"I'd like a double cheese individual sized pizza with bacon and pepperoni--" Sakura started to order before Tomoyo cut her off.
"We'll have two garden salads with house dressing on the side, please," Tomoyo said, and flashed Sakura a look.
"What was that for? I'm starving?" Sakura asked.
"You're going to be on TV. You need to lose some excess pounds, since the camera already adds 10 more. So nothing but veggies for ya, honey," Tomoyo said.
Sakura sighed again and said, "You're really getting into this whole trainer slash manager, aren't you?"
"Oh yeah, baby," Tomoyo laughed.
The lights in the dining hall dimmed and the first slide came out--and just Sakura's luck, it was hers.
Sakura was younger then, about one year, maybe two?
She was wearing a slinky yellow dress and was smiling prettily at the camera and audience.
She opened her mouth and started to sing.
The real Sakura groaned and buried her face in her hands in embarrassment, as some of the guys in the dining room catcalled.
The short film quickly ended and another one started, someone's they didn't know.
Their food came out shortly, and Sakura hungrily dug into the not-so-filling lettuce, carrots and dressing with the occasional crouton.
She finished her meal, staring at Syaoran's lasagna he hadn't quite finished.
Syaoran noticed this and said, "Want some?"
Sakura politely declined, but her stomach growled at her, and everyone at the table laughed.
Pretty soon all the movie clips were finished, and they stood up and were led to the big auditorium.
The same man, whose name was Mr. Kenora, stood on the stage.
The auditorium was huge; it looked like those places where the Emmy's and Grammy's and Oscar's or whatever were held. You know, with the chairs to seat about 10 thousand people……….*hint hint*
"This is the place you will be singing. This whole place will be jampacked with fans who have bought tickets to come in. That's about 10 thousand people, plus there's going to be millions more watching on national TV. For those of you who are shy, this is definitely not for you," Mr. Kenora said, rather harshly.
Everyone looked at each other uneasily, wondering what would happen next.
"You will spend most of your time in your hotel rooms making up songs and practicing them. We'll have a dress rehearsal every night at 5 pm, then go off on our ways for dinner. The weekly concerts will be on Saturdays at 8. Every week you must have a new song, if you manage to make it to the next week. Results on who made it or not to the next step will be posted on Wednesdays. That gives you three days to make a new song for those of you who make it. That's all for tonight's orientation. I expect you to follow along."
Everyone looked at each other again but with raised eyebrows.
"Go, now! I'm a busy man!" Mr. Kenora shouted, and the 50 young people tentatively left.
Sakura and Syaoran and Meiling and Tomoyo walked back to the hotel, talking softly about Mr. Kenora and the contest.
"So, Syaoran. Have you written any songs?" Sakura asked.
"Duh. You expect me to come here unprepared?" Syaoran asked.
Sakura shrugged, "Maybe we could work together or something. Help each other?"
Syaoran said, "No thanks. I prefer to work ALONE."
Sakura made a face at Syaoran's back, and Meiling and Tomoyo laughed.
"You guys would make SUCH a cute couple," Meiling laughed.
Syaoran was surprised again, but didn't show it on his face. Meiling actually saying that someone else would look good with him? She must really like this Sakura.
"Well, I'm going to sleep. I'm tired," Tomoyo announced.
"Me too," Meiling said, and yawned.
"Ooh, the bathroom's going to be crowded. I'll take shower while you guys are getting ready to go to sleep. Then we can sleep," Sakura said.
Syaoran had tuned them out and was thinking up a rhythm in his head for some lyrics he had written.
They walked to their rooms, and quickly changed into their pjs, while Syaoran was weight lifting in his room with some gym equipment he had brought.
The three girls crowded into the rather small bathroom and Sakura went inside the shower stall to take a relaxing shower. Tomoyo and Meiling brushed their teeth, washed their faces and took off their makeup.
They went outside, done with their night's washing and Sakura was finished with her shower.
The steam had fogged up the glass walls of the shower stall and didn't see Syaoran when he walked in.
Of course, he didn't see her either, and thought, "Good. They're all gone. Now I can take a shower."
He made a small face at a bra and underwear lying on the ground, and started to strip off his clothes.
Sakura dried her hair inside the shower stall as the windows slowly started to defog, and stepped out just as Syaoran turned around--both of them in their birthday suits.
"AUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A/N: Cliffhanger. Sorry. I just didn't know how to finish it. A lot of these fanfics happen to have nude shows, don't they? Haha. Anyways, please review. I'll post up faster if you do. Bye!