A/n:: Wassup! Hey! Bonjur! Como Sava! Bien! LOL! I'm getting used to French! LOL! Oh and guess what?! New FANFIC!!!!!!!! LOL! This one might be good...I don't write really good stories...dull stories...TTYL!
--Gip-Rik
chapter 1:: In?
Zanarkand...Zanarkand was a very big place. Now, out of all of that, on this one little day of such a big place, today was gloomy. Passing through the enormous crowd, a blonde was going towards a direction that the crowd wasn't going into.
"I'm so late!" She said, passing through the huge crowd, storming out and in once again.
There was a storm coming soon, and running down the street, she spotted where she needed to go. The rain poured and soon she was getting wet, just when she entered the place.
"Ah..." She exclaimed. It was warm inside and she took a seat and spotted some coffee nearby. Getting up, and walking to the coffee table, the door opened.
"Ah! Rikku! Surprised to see you!" The male who had just come outside greeted, he was in a black suit and his silver hair spiked up in position.
"Yes! How do you do Mr. Baralai?" Rikku, the blonde had asked, she stood up straight forgetting about the coffee and focusing on her main task.
"No need for formalities, please call me Baralai, OH! And don't worry. Coffee's all yours." He sat down and offered Rikku a seat.
She got some coffee and sat down, sipping the warm strong flavor, with a tip of bitterness, he continued.
"Rikku, me and my girlfriend talked it over."
Her face lit up, knowing to his point she might make it in.
"She likes your style."
She smiled warmly, and her eyes were nearly in tears.
"I like you, and out of the audition, your vey photogenic."
She felt like screaming Wahoo, but soon enough, she then jumped up and asked, "Am I in?"
"Yes Rikku. You are in. Welcome to Zanarkand modeling agency."
A/n:: I no this is short, but I want to see if people like it or not? SOOOO, please review!
--Gip-Rik
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