Rocket Power: Starry Eyed Girl

Chapter 2: Nobody Wants to  Be Lonely

Written by: Linda a.k.a. Ai Megami San and Anita a.k.a. xnitax

Disclaimer: I haven't received/bought anything new. So I own as much as I owned in my last chapter. I own this stuff between the parentheses ---- (                               )
Nita's rant: I hate this, I really do. I hate when people review your story and they just talk about what couples they like over the other. You can hint this is not what you usually read.

Bad Example:

Review: I usually read insternamehere/Reggie, but your story is good. I like reggie/insertnamehere better than the others.

End Bad Example. You know, where's the constructive criticism or flamer?

Good Example:

Review: This is not what I usually read, but your story caught my attention. I say kudos to you and your writing. Keep up the good work.

End Good Example. I think I speak for a lot of us when I say, that that is positively annoying. I'm not pointing out specific people, but I see like 800 people who do it on everybody's stories. It's rather, quite rude. I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just stating a fact. J

Linda's Author Notes: It's true, what Anita's saying, it does get annoying. A review should be a well-based all around critique of the story, not just advertisement for our favorite fan couple. I mean, if I'm writing Twister/Reggie, and someone says, "But I like Lars/Reggie!", well, sorry, but I'm not changing what I've already wrote. So kinda try and be cool about this, maybe lay off if you do this a lot? Many thanks.

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            Reggie walked into the stage hall followed by the gang, the ones who supposedly poke things. There were many girls and guys scattered about warming up. Reggie wasn't exactly an experienced singer so she didn't know what to do yet. The guys filed in and sat at the back of the audience.  Reggie continued her walk down the aisles and sought out the director. All the girls there were very trim and beautiful. They lined the stage harmonizing and vocalizing their performance pieces. She sought out the man she had spoken to yesterday.

                "Excuse me, Sir. You didn't exactly tell me I had to pick something out to sing…I'd figured you had had something already picked out." He turned around and stared at her for a minute.

                "You're the girl with the broken headphones, right?" Reggie felt her head go up and down. The tall man continued, "Well, they're improvising. You were improvising yourself yesterday weren't you?" Her head bobbed up and down yet again. "It shouldn't be too hard for you then. Should it?" Her head moved without her control. "All righty then. You're fifteenth in line then." Reggie sat down on the edge of the stage. She was intimidated.  She thought about what she would sing when she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head. She massaged the tender spot and looked behind her. There was a four year old girl behind her holding a long purple strand of hair. Craning her neck, she inquired, "What was that for?" The little girl tugged on the skirts of a woman and pointed to Reggie.

                "Mommy! Her hair isn't dyed! It's real! See?" she showed her mother the strand of hair. The mother apologized to Reggie, "I'm terribly sorry. I just don't know what's gotten into her lately."

                "Oh it's quite alright. Most people wonder if my hair is dyed, and no it's not. It's been this way since I was born." A girl near the mother and daughter laughed.  Reggie stared dead straight into her eyes.

                "Sorry. That's my little sister. My name's Linda by the way."

                "My name is Reggie. I'm just surprised that someone would go as far as to pull a piece of hair out of my head."

                "Leave it to Joanna to do the oddest thing imaginable." They both laughed. "Are you auditioning, too?"

                "Well, I think so. It was quite odd. I saw a limo and I was singing at the top of my lungs to annoy the hell out of people, when this guy in the limo stops me and gives me his card. And that's the sick and twisted story of how I got here."

                "Pretty uncanny, eh?"

                "Yep, story of my life."

                "So, do you live around here?"

                "Yup, I go to Ocean Shores High School."

                "I wish I went there, I go to the private school, Mount St. Charles."

                "Isn't that place full of snobby people? Oops, my bad, I didn't mean any offense to you or anything."  Linda shook her head.

                "I know more snobs than I can count. But some people are okay though. Most are girly-girly and frou-frou. I've got to get away from them." Reggie wiggled her fingers.

                "Your parents won't let you transfer?"

                "Nope, I'm supposed to be well bred and fed, and so smart," Linda laughed and pointed to Reggie's fingers, "Why are you wiggling your fingers?"

                "I really don't know, I was wondering if you knew." They both laughed again. The same tall man called out, "LINDA! Is there a Linda here?" Linda stood up and wiped off the seat of her jeans. She raised her hand and said sarcastically, "I'm coming; I'm running as fast as I can." She waved to Reggie.

                It looked like the guys were having an argument. Otto stood up and Twister stood up, Otto then pushed Twister towards the aisle. He came up to Reggie and asked, "When's this thing going to be over?"

                "I don't know. So you were the unlucky one who had to come up here, eh?"

                "Yeah, it was all a blur. I remember Otto yelling and someone pushing me over here."

                "That's Otto for you."

                "Um, back to my question, when's it over?"

                "I don't know," Reggie sang.

                "What are you singing?"

                "I'd really like to do a duet, but you know. So, pick a song." Twister looked dumbfounded.

"Me?" he asked.

"Him?" Otto piped in from behind. Reggie rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. I don't ever wanna hear Otto try and sing, and you've sung before, so just pick something!" Twister thought for a while. When he didn't come up with anything, Reggie slapped her hand on her forehead and pulled a two CDs out of her pocket.

"Okay," she said, holding them out in front of Twister.

"Pick one. They're both singles." Twister looked from one to the other, and then concluded, "This one." He pointed to "Nobody Wants to be Lonely."

Otto laughed behind him. "Christina Aguilera?" he raved. "And Ricky Martin?" Reggie stuck her tougue out at him.

"It's a good song, Otto." Then she tossed the other CD at Otto, who caught it and started laughing even harder.    

"Madonna? Which song is this? Crazy For You..." he kept laughing to himself while Reggie and Twister took their place in line. Twister's voice interrupted Reggie's thinking.

"Hey Reg, why did you ask me to do this again?"

"I told you, Twister, it's because you can sing, you've done it before, and..." she hesitated. "That's it." Twister shrugged and continued to wait their turn, watching the others sing.

     Reggie noticed that Linda was singing, and she turned to listen to her giving a great rendition of No Doubt's "Sixteen." She clapped along with everyone else when she was finished. The director gave her his critique, smiled and clapped while she walked off the stage and back to her mother and sister.

    The line of people preceding Reggie and Twister went pretty fast. Once it was their turn, Twister had some odd kind of butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. But he adjusted his hat and followed Reggie onto the stage nevertheless.

     Reggie handed her CD to the guy who was working the stereos, and he put it in. Twister stayed staring at the crowd of contestant's families and friends, and at Otto, in the corner, doing his impression of the classic American Idol "Like A Virgin." Twister's mouth was a bit dry and he stood motionless, until Reggie grabbed his arm and pulled him to center stage.

     The music started. Twister quietly cleared his throat as his part came up. Reggie's audition was kind of resting on his first impression...he was the one who started the song.

There you are, in a darkened room....

     He gulped, his voice was cracking a little, as if to mock him. He managed to get caught up by the second like though...

And you're all alone, looking out the window

Your heart is cold and lost the will to love

Like a broken arrow

Here I stand in the shadows

     Reggie came in with one line...then Twister with his, shaking, and then both....

In the shadows

Come to come, come to me

Can't you see that

Nobody wants to be lonely

Nobody wants to cry

My body's longing to hold you

So bad it hurts inside

Time is precious and it's slipping away

And I've been waiting for you all of my life

Nobody wants to be lonely

So why, why don't you let me love you?

    Reggie came in with the second verse.

Can you hear my voice, do you hear my song?

It's a seranade, so your heart can find me

And suddenly you're flying down the stairs

Into my arms, baby

     They traded off the rest off the song, between Ricky and Christina's parts. And as they reached the very end, Reggie echoed the last word.

Why....?

     The room exploded in applause. The director jumped up on the stage and hugged both of them, shouting, "TRE MAGNIFIQUE! You are them! Wonderful!" Once Reggie and Twister got away from him, they noticed that he almost didn't listen to the rest of the contestants.

     And once they left, Reggie had the first prize deal in her hands.