Title: The Lacus Competition
Claim: Yzak Jule, set #2
Theme: # 10- Don't tell anyone
Genre: General/Humor
Pairings: None
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They were looking for the one who best portrayed the songstress.
Author's Notes: Written for seed(underscore)fic(underscore)test on livejournal's 'Lacus' theme as well.
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It was a contest of skill, talent and pure fan-love of the former pop-idol. One by one a 'Lacus' would approach the microphone and try and win over the judges sitting nearby.

How accurate were the movements? The voice? The attitude?

The night wore on, each contestant getting their chance to impress the spectators with their act. And as the last one took a bow, the judges began their deliberation.

Too perky. Too sassy. Not enough sway in the hips.

The whispered critiques went back and forth until they'd found the one who best portrayed the songstress, Lacus Clyne.

"And our winner is… entry seventeen."

The crowd cheered and from the back of the room- a man smiled knowingly.
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He waited until most of the people had left; quietly entering the dressing room and looking for the one remaining contestant.

"Can I come in?"

"May I ask who is…" The sentence trailed off as blue eyes registered just who the visitor was.

"Just coming to congratulate the winner."

At that, the pink-wig came off and the drab-in-contrast hair underneath appeared.

"Damnit Dearka, who said you could come here tonight!" The silver-haired man fumed, a sight made all the more ridiculous by his makeup and feminine attire at that moment.

The blonde man suppressed a laugh.

"You know Yzak, I'm not sure what's funnier: the fact you're in a dress and pink-wig or the fact you did this just to get some limited edition Lacus single you didn't have in your collection."

The makeup compact from the table went flying, just missing Dearka's head.

"You are never to speak of this to anyone, understand!"

Dearka shrugged as he headed for the door, "Sure thing, Miss Lacus."

And as the door swung closed behind him, another makeup compact hit the wall.

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