A/N's - Well it seems my story is dead and no one's reading it.... people WERE reading it then Blu wrote some and they disappeared.... it appeared she killed my story.
|3lu - I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL IT! I SWEAR!! ;_; ...*sniffles* I was only trying to help...
...But we'll keep writing for the next few chapters anyway.
[Summary]
Five years ago Misao Makiamichi wanted to be a big star, when one of her friends is hurt and it she gets blamed she disappears. Now 21 Misao works as a bartender at a Karaoke bar, during her work break her best friend knowing her dream, pushes her to the stage to perform a song. Once her friend sees her shine on stage she realizes where Misao belongs and helps her to get a part in a Broadway play. The only problem.... several of the people she left behind seem to work on the play. (This is an A/U, DUH)
Disclaimer
Nothing you recognize here is mine, if you don't recognize it guess what! It's still not mine. So don't sue, I own nothing that's worth suing for, even the computer I'm typing this on it almost shot.
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Rurouni Kenshin
Sing For Me : Chapter Five
By: Silver Thorn/BluxDragonxTears (a.k.a. Sarah/Amanda)
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The final note of the young girl's audition song, 'On My Own', rang clear and pure through the large room presently being used for auditions. The girl's mouth closed, and still the note rang through the air until it reluctantly faded away to an almost heavy silence. The girl's eyes, which had been closed during the whole of her audition, slowly slid open. Then, as if drawn by a powerful magnet, the two blue orbs landed on the panel of middle-aged men that served as the 'judges' for the audition. Even from where he sat at the back of the room in an unnoticed corner the female singer's nervousness was clear.
"Thank you, Ms. Makimachi, we'll inform you of our choice in a few hours." The silence that had fallen was abruptly ended by the monotone voice of one of the panel. Simultaneously as he spoke he waved one hand towards the door; a clear dismissal. The girl wasted no time in obeying the unspoken command to leave. Purple eyes followed her small form as she hurriedly made her way to the door, and then snapped back to the panel as they began their assessment.
"Too small."
"Not loud enough."
"Not the voice we're looking for."
"She looked as if she'd crack under the first sign of stress."
Kenshin looked to the row of men in amazement. That girls voice had been one the best he'd heard in a long time, and these people were going to pass on her. 'But then again their loss is our gain.' he mused; thinking about how pleased Shisho would be with her.
"Then again you never can be really sure about him." Kenshin muttered under his breath as he stood and began to make his way to the front of the room. As he made his way forward he shook his head slightly, shaking way his previous thoughts. A smile crept on his face as he drew closer to the table and still none of the judges noticed his presence. It seemed that they were all still to busy in their criticism of the previous auditionee. Stopping somewhere only a few feet behind the group he crossed his arms across his chest and added in his own voice to the discussion.
"I think she was great. Her voice was clear and she had a great pitch." His words caused several of the executives to turn, the quickness of some of their actions showing that they were clearly startled by his presence. A throat was cleared and one of the men, a man who Kenshin recognized almost immediately as Mr.Takanigi, the owner of Haratta Casting Studios, began a response.
"She was very good...but not what the producers of Beauty and the Beast are looking for. They want someone with more.... finesse." As he finished he took a quick survey of his companions, checking to be sure that they all were in agreeance with him.
"Well I'm here representing Hiten Mitsurugi (a/n: I'll fix the spelling later) Studios and if you don't mind I'd like to take a look at her information." Kenshin said with a growing smile. After all that they had been saying about her only a few minutes before, he was positive they weren't going to use her. He wasn't going to complain about their quick dismissal of her though; it only made his job that much easier. "I think she would be perfect for the part we need. I'm sure you all heard."
"Ahhh...yes we heard about Mrs.Karins unfortunate accident. Such a tragedy. She had a truly lovely voice." Mr. Takanigi paused for a moment before continuing in his most friendly voice. "Mr. Himura, I would hate to second guess your choice but, are you sure you wouldn't like to see another of the auditionees? There are several more candidates to look at and you may see one you like more." Kenshin shook his head and couldn't help but feel a wave of amusement as a sour look passed across Takanigi's face. The redheaded man hadn't even been tempted by Takanigi's offer. He had a good feeling about the girl he had just seen, and long ago he had learned to always trust those good feelings when they came.
It was well known in the business that Kenshin had a knack for picking out stars. Over the years more than several of the people whom he'd cast and signed a contract to had become famous all over the world. If he though that this girl could be a star than they had just passed up a great chance, and if the identical looks of aggravation on there faces were any clue they knew it as well. Kenshin could see clearly on his face that Mr. Takanigi now regretted passing over the petite girl so quickly, but also knew there was nothing he could do about it if Kenshin insisted.
"I'm positive, sir, that I am." Himura replied, with a sincere nod that was only canceled out by the silly smile stretching across his face. It was the smile more then anything that made it hard to believe he was one of the toping casting and stage managers in the country. With a tight smile of his own Takanigi handed over the paper that had been brought in with the girl.
"Thank you for you cooperation, Mr.Takanigi." Kenshin offered his thanks as he accepted the rather thin stack of papers. Takanigi mumbled something to him that could have been a 'your welcome', but the redhead couldn't be sure. Just as the words could have been the polite response to Kenshin's own words, they could have also been a curse directed towards himself. He preferred to think that it had been the polite response.
Turning back around Kenshin began to make his way back to his corner seat, tapping the folder against his leg as he went. As he lowered himself to sit he was already opening the folder and preparing to delve into the information given on the singer.
"Makiamichi, Misao..." He mumbled, storing her name in his memory as his eyes scanned over the print on the pages. When the twin pools of purple landed on her age, which proclaimed her to be twenty-one, they widened slightly. When he had watched her for the brief time she was on the stage he would have bet his talent that she was no older then sixteen or so. [Just goes to show that you really can't judge a book on it's cover...] He mused to himself, lips ticking up at the corners by the thought.
As he flipped through Misao's information the auditions continued on around him. Occasionally one of the new auditionees would cause him to lift his head in interest while a few others caused him to want to run from the room, but overall none gave him that same 'good' feeling as Miss.Makiamichi had. So absorbed in what he had been reading was Kenshin that he failed to notice that no more auditionees had entered, and that in fact it had grown quite silence save for the soft discussion being held at the 'judges' table.
"...So it's settled then." Mr. Takanigi proclaimed with a clap of his hands. The suddenly loud sound that broke the previous quiet startled Kenshin from his study of Makiamichi's papers. His head snapped up and his eyes immediately sought out the reason for the disturbance. The audition panel were all standing now, and beginning to make their way towards the door where Kenshin knew all the auditonees were waiting.
They were about to make the announcement.
Quickly he began stuffing the papers back into the folder in as neat a way as possible, cursing slightly when in his haste the folder actually dropped from his hands. Within a few more moments he had once again collected all the papers, this time much less neatly. He would deal with a disorderly paper file in order to reach the other room in time before the announcement was made as to who had been cast in the part of 'Beauty'. When he had made his way halfway to the door Mr. Takanigi and his colleges had disappeared through, there was a loud scream of pure joy. Widening his eyes the casting manager picked up his pace. By the sound alone he knew that the announcement had been made.
Upon entering the other room only seconds later he found it to already be half deserted. The other girls had no more interest in sticking around and had already begun leaving, some in obvious upset and others simply angry. He paid these girls no mind as he began to weave his way through the waning crowd, eyes searching for the petite form of Miss.Makiamichi. He had known before that she wouldn't be selected, and he had been right. When he entered he had taken note of the girl who had been cast, a tall and pretty woman with short brown hair and blue eyes. Now he only hoped that he caught Miss. Makiamichi before she left. When he didn't find her he knew that she had gone. Cursing slightly under his breath he began towards the door nearly running. He *really* wanted to talk with this woman, and the sooner the better. He made his way through the building at a near-run, just barely dodging colliding with one or two strangers on the way. When he did finally hit the entrance his breath was coming just a little quicker then normal due to the pace he had just been going, his heart pounding just a little harder against his ribs. Shoving the doors open he stepped outside into the bright sun, blinking his eyes once and then twice in an effort to quicker adjust them to this brighter light. As soon as he could look about without squinting he did so, running his eyes over the parking lot that stretched before him.
Cursing his luck, Kenshin looked down at the papers in his hand and sighed.
At least her number was there and he wouldn't have to go searching in the phone book, not matter how unique the Makimachi was. Others would just tell him to pick someone else, rather than go searching around NYC for a petite female to play in a part many others could fill. But he KNEW she was supposed to have the part and he'd be dammed if he ignored his instincts. " Don't you worry, Miss. Makimachi, you didn't get the part for Belle, but you'll be a star yet. You just wait." The red-haired man whispered into the parking lot, before turning silently on his heel to make an important phone call.
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A/N; and there's chapter...whatever number this is. Blu wrote most of it, so go her! The next chapter will be out like all the others...as soon as we write it, so it could be a while.
Please Read (which you obviously have already done if your looking at this note) and Review, it makes authors happy to know people are reading and enjoying their story.
BY THE WAY: I have decided this WILL be an Aoshi/Misao fic.
Thorn
|3lu - I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL IT! I SWEAR!! ;_; ...*sniffles* I was only trying to help...
...But we'll keep writing for the next few chapters anyway.
[Summary]
Five years ago Misao Makiamichi wanted to be a big star, when one of her friends is hurt and it she gets blamed she disappears. Now 21 Misao works as a bartender at a Karaoke bar, during her work break her best friend knowing her dream, pushes her to the stage to perform a song. Once her friend sees her shine on stage she realizes where Misao belongs and helps her to get a part in a Broadway play. The only problem.... several of the people she left behind seem to work on the play. (This is an A/U, DUH)
Disclaimer
Nothing you recognize here is mine, if you don't recognize it guess what! It's still not mine. So don't sue, I own nothing that's worth suing for, even the computer I'm typing this on it almost shot.
)i{
Rurouni Kenshin
Sing For Me : Chapter Five
By: Silver Thorn/BluxDragonxTears (a.k.a. Sarah/Amanda)
}i{
The final note of the young girl's audition song, 'On My Own', rang clear and pure through the large room presently being used for auditions. The girl's mouth closed, and still the note rang through the air until it reluctantly faded away to an almost heavy silence. The girl's eyes, which had been closed during the whole of her audition, slowly slid open. Then, as if drawn by a powerful magnet, the two blue orbs landed on the panel of middle-aged men that served as the 'judges' for the audition. Even from where he sat at the back of the room in an unnoticed corner the female singer's nervousness was clear.
"Thank you, Ms. Makimachi, we'll inform you of our choice in a few hours." The silence that had fallen was abruptly ended by the monotone voice of one of the panel. Simultaneously as he spoke he waved one hand towards the door; a clear dismissal. The girl wasted no time in obeying the unspoken command to leave. Purple eyes followed her small form as she hurriedly made her way to the door, and then snapped back to the panel as they began their assessment.
"Too small."
"Not loud enough."
"Not the voice we're looking for."
"She looked as if she'd crack under the first sign of stress."
Kenshin looked to the row of men in amazement. That girls voice had been one the best he'd heard in a long time, and these people were going to pass on her. 'But then again their loss is our gain.' he mused; thinking about how pleased Shisho would be with her.
"Then again you never can be really sure about him." Kenshin muttered under his breath as he stood and began to make his way to the front of the room. As he made his way forward he shook his head slightly, shaking way his previous thoughts. A smile crept on his face as he drew closer to the table and still none of the judges noticed his presence. It seemed that they were all still to busy in their criticism of the previous auditionee. Stopping somewhere only a few feet behind the group he crossed his arms across his chest and added in his own voice to the discussion.
"I think she was great. Her voice was clear and she had a great pitch." His words caused several of the executives to turn, the quickness of some of their actions showing that they were clearly startled by his presence. A throat was cleared and one of the men, a man who Kenshin recognized almost immediately as Mr.Takanigi, the owner of Haratta Casting Studios, began a response.
"She was very good...but not what the producers of Beauty and the Beast are looking for. They want someone with more.... finesse." As he finished he took a quick survey of his companions, checking to be sure that they all were in agreeance with him.
"Well I'm here representing Hiten Mitsurugi (a/n: I'll fix the spelling later) Studios and if you don't mind I'd like to take a look at her information." Kenshin said with a growing smile. After all that they had been saying about her only a few minutes before, he was positive they weren't going to use her. He wasn't going to complain about their quick dismissal of her though; it only made his job that much easier. "I think she would be perfect for the part we need. I'm sure you all heard."
"Ahhh...yes we heard about Mrs.Karins unfortunate accident. Such a tragedy. She had a truly lovely voice." Mr. Takanigi paused for a moment before continuing in his most friendly voice. "Mr. Himura, I would hate to second guess your choice but, are you sure you wouldn't like to see another of the auditionees? There are several more candidates to look at and you may see one you like more." Kenshin shook his head and couldn't help but feel a wave of amusement as a sour look passed across Takanigi's face. The redheaded man hadn't even been tempted by Takanigi's offer. He had a good feeling about the girl he had just seen, and long ago he had learned to always trust those good feelings when they came.
It was well known in the business that Kenshin had a knack for picking out stars. Over the years more than several of the people whom he'd cast and signed a contract to had become famous all over the world. If he though that this girl could be a star than they had just passed up a great chance, and if the identical looks of aggravation on there faces were any clue they knew it as well. Kenshin could see clearly on his face that Mr. Takanigi now regretted passing over the petite girl so quickly, but also knew there was nothing he could do about it if Kenshin insisted.
"I'm positive, sir, that I am." Himura replied, with a sincere nod that was only canceled out by the silly smile stretching across his face. It was the smile more then anything that made it hard to believe he was one of the toping casting and stage managers in the country. With a tight smile of his own Takanigi handed over the paper that had been brought in with the girl.
"Thank you for you cooperation, Mr.Takanigi." Kenshin offered his thanks as he accepted the rather thin stack of papers. Takanigi mumbled something to him that could have been a 'your welcome', but the redhead couldn't be sure. Just as the words could have been the polite response to Kenshin's own words, they could have also been a curse directed towards himself. He preferred to think that it had been the polite response.
Turning back around Kenshin began to make his way back to his corner seat, tapping the folder against his leg as he went. As he lowered himself to sit he was already opening the folder and preparing to delve into the information given on the singer.
"Makiamichi, Misao..." He mumbled, storing her name in his memory as his eyes scanned over the print on the pages. When the twin pools of purple landed on her age, which proclaimed her to be twenty-one, they widened slightly. When he had watched her for the brief time she was on the stage he would have bet his talent that she was no older then sixteen or so. [Just goes to show that you really can't judge a book on it's cover...] He mused to himself, lips ticking up at the corners by the thought.
As he flipped through Misao's information the auditions continued on around him. Occasionally one of the new auditionees would cause him to lift his head in interest while a few others caused him to want to run from the room, but overall none gave him that same 'good' feeling as Miss.Makiamichi had. So absorbed in what he had been reading was Kenshin that he failed to notice that no more auditionees had entered, and that in fact it had grown quite silence save for the soft discussion being held at the 'judges' table.
"...So it's settled then." Mr. Takanigi proclaimed with a clap of his hands. The suddenly loud sound that broke the previous quiet startled Kenshin from his study of Makiamichi's papers. His head snapped up and his eyes immediately sought out the reason for the disturbance. The audition panel were all standing now, and beginning to make their way towards the door where Kenshin knew all the auditonees were waiting.
They were about to make the announcement.
Quickly he began stuffing the papers back into the folder in as neat a way as possible, cursing slightly when in his haste the folder actually dropped from his hands. Within a few more moments he had once again collected all the papers, this time much less neatly. He would deal with a disorderly paper file in order to reach the other room in time before the announcement was made as to who had been cast in the part of 'Beauty'. When he had made his way halfway to the door Mr. Takanigi and his colleges had disappeared through, there was a loud scream of pure joy. Widening his eyes the casting manager picked up his pace. By the sound alone he knew that the announcement had been made.
Upon entering the other room only seconds later he found it to already be half deserted. The other girls had no more interest in sticking around and had already begun leaving, some in obvious upset and others simply angry. He paid these girls no mind as he began to weave his way through the waning crowd, eyes searching for the petite form of Miss.Makiamichi. He had known before that she wouldn't be selected, and he had been right. When he entered he had taken note of the girl who had been cast, a tall and pretty woman with short brown hair and blue eyes. Now he only hoped that he caught Miss. Makiamichi before she left. When he didn't find her he knew that she had gone. Cursing slightly under his breath he began towards the door nearly running. He *really* wanted to talk with this woman, and the sooner the better. He made his way through the building at a near-run, just barely dodging colliding with one or two strangers on the way. When he did finally hit the entrance his breath was coming just a little quicker then normal due to the pace he had just been going, his heart pounding just a little harder against his ribs. Shoving the doors open he stepped outside into the bright sun, blinking his eyes once and then twice in an effort to quicker adjust them to this brighter light. As soon as he could look about without squinting he did so, running his eyes over the parking lot that stretched before him.
Cursing his luck, Kenshin looked down at the papers in his hand and sighed.
At least her number was there and he wouldn't have to go searching in the phone book, not matter how unique the Makimachi was. Others would just tell him to pick someone else, rather than go searching around NYC for a petite female to play in a part many others could fill. But he KNEW she was supposed to have the part and he'd be dammed if he ignored his instincts. " Don't you worry, Miss. Makimachi, you didn't get the part for Belle, but you'll be a star yet. You just wait." The red-haired man whispered into the parking lot, before turning silently on his heel to make an important phone call.
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A/N; and there's chapter...whatever number this is. Blu wrote most of it, so go her! The next chapter will be out like all the others...as soon as we write it, so it could be a while.
Please Read (which you obviously have already done if your looking at this note) and Review, it makes authors happy to know people are reading and enjoying their story.
BY THE WAY: I have decided this WILL be an Aoshi/Misao fic.
Thorn