Sing a Song: Somebody to Love
Sakura is a pretty girl but an outcast because she doesn't get involved with sports or student government. Her only outlet for her emotions is singing. What happens when her choir director convinces her to join the school's Show Choir, Center Stage, and she meets people who share her dreams, and others who are just trying to get their Performing Arts credits for their diploma? SS, ET, etc, etc, NO MAGIC!
Regular
' …….' Thoughts
Dreams….
Anything that's written or typed (letter, e-mail, IM etc)
A/N
Chapter One:
"That was excellent, Sakura," Ms. Hughes said as Sakura finished her song. "I love how you changed the octave to fit your voice."
Sakura smiled, gathering her sheet music. She was a second soprano or mezzo in Choir terms, and couldn't often sing the songs her teacher assigned because they were too high in the soprano octave and too low when she tried to sing alto.
"Thank you, but it's my best friend Tomoyo who should be getting praised. She helped me change the octave."
Sakura's best friend, Tomoyo, was a musical genius and a singing prodigy. She was in two choirs, Advanced Concert Choir and the new Show Choir, Center Stage, while Sakura herself was just in the Advanced Concert Choir.
"Yes, Tomoyo is quite skilled. Sakura, may I ask you something?"
Sakura, wondering what it was, gave a wary nod.
'Why haven't you auditioned for Show Choir?" Sakura opened her mouth to explain, but Ms. Hughes cut her off. "I know you're shy and you aren't sure you could do it, but I would like to see you try."
Sakura sighed and shifted her feet. Tomoyo had also asked her to join Center Stage, but she was scared. She had seen Tomoyo practice the dances, and wasn't sure that she could do it, especially not in high heels.
"Just think about it, okay?" Ms. Hughes said, patting Sakura on the back. "I'm going to lunch now. I'll see you tomorrow, Sakura."
Sakura nodded and followed Ms. Hughes out the door and then headed to the cafeteria.
"Sakura!" Tomoyo called, waving her over to where she, Rika and Chiharu were sitting.
"How'd it go?"
"Good," Sakura replied, sitting down. "Ms. Hughes said you did a really good job on the arrangement."
Chiharu nodded. "I liked it when you sang it for us."
Just then the bell rang, signaling the passing period between fifth and sixth period.
"Bye Sakura," Tomoyo said.
"Bye, Tomoyo. See you later."
That night, Sakura went to the computer after finishing her Algebra II homework. She logged on to the internet and browsed for a while before Tomoyo sent her an IM message.
Conversation: Why is Monday soboring pinkblossomgetreal >, Singyour heart out! yotomogetreal >
Sing your heart out! - Hey Sakura
Why is Monday so boring? - Hey
Sing your heart out! - What are you doing?
Why is Monday so boring? - Absolutely nothing. You?
Sing your heart out! - I was practicing Show Choir moves a minute ago, but I was tired, so I'm taking a break.
Why is Monday so boring? - Yeah?
Sing your heart out! - Yeah. I still don't get why you won't join. It's so much fun. We get to dance with hott guys and we don't even have to feel embarrassed. And Ms. Hughes said I can make the costumes for our Concerts and competitions.
Why is Monday so boring? - Actually, Ms. Hughes asked me to join today.
Sing your heart out! - Really? Come on, Sakura, it's so fun.
Why is Monday so boring? - But it looks hard. I can barely walk in high heels, much less dance in them.
Sing your heart out! - They're small heels, AND they have straps. They won't fall off. And I'll help you practice.
Why is Monday so boring? - Tomoyo…..
Sing your heart out! - You know you want to.
Sakura smiled. How could Tomoyo pull this off. She could convince Sakura to do anything.
Why is Monday so boring? - Well, I guess I could audition. But you HAVE to help me.
Sing your heart out! - YAY! Oh Sakura, you're gonna love it!
Eriol Hirigizawa pulled his cousin's arm.
"It's this way, Xiao Lang. You're gonna get so lost I won't be able to find you until after you've already starved to death."
"Eriol, we're in Japan. You might as well call me Syaoran, because no body's gonna be able to say Xiao Lang," Eriol's cousin muttered, looking at his schedule. A/N: The Chinese pronunciation of Xiao Lang for those of you who don't know is Shai – o – Lang, thus Syaoran, which doesn't make sense, since they could said Shaioran, rather than Syaoran, but anyway… moving on.
"Whatever, Syaoran!"
"WHAT THE MUFFIN IS THIS?" Syaoran yelled, pointing to his schedule. A/N: Muffin is my universal cuss word, so I figured Syaoran could use it too, just to make him funny… Also, he doesn't know any Japanese cuss words – I do though! - , so thus he can't cuss in Japanese…
Eriol leaned over and looked. "It says – wait, can't you read Japanese, you baka?"
"Of course I can read it!"
"Then why ask what it is?"
"Show Choir? Center Stage? Why would I be in a class like that!" Syaoran huffed.
"Because this school requires that you have four credits in Performing Arts to graduate. Those are Theater, Band, Dance and Choir. And since you play no instruments, and definitely don't do ballet, and can't really act very convincingly, I signed you up for Center Stage. And because I'm in it too. I can help you out if you have any trouble."
'Grrrrrr,' Syaoran thought. 'I hate you so much that if I didn't like you I'd kill you…. Grrr…' A/N: No, he's not mental, just Li.
READ AND REVIEW! PLEASE (hope people like this better than the other story I started.. which is giving me writer's block. I only have one reviewer!)
