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LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!

~Alison

Third person POV: The broadcast

Gavril Fadaye walked on stage, and the people of Illea held their breath, practically screaming in their heads for Gavril to get the show on the road and ANNOUNCE THE SELECTED ALREADY!

In many houses, girls were surrounded by friends, squealing and drooling over the Prince of Illea. In other homes, families sat in silence, eyes rapt on the television, holding their breath for longer than humanly possible.

As the first name was announced, everyone breathed easier. And out in Kent, Thalia Weston sat at her computer, writing a short story while her mom, dad, and sisters watched the Selection downstairs. As her name was announced, screams rang through the house, and Thalia rushed downstairs to see where the fire was. She arrived just in time to see her name flash on screen, and soon after began screaming as well.

Hansport was completely quiet. No noise anywhere. Dandelion sat at the television, repeatedly shoving off various siblings in her attempt to catch a glimpse of her 'boyfriend.' When her name flashed on screen, she simply gave her brown bob a flirtatious little flip and said she knew he would pick her because she was obviously the prettiest.

In Waverly, loud music pumped through the Jacox home as Jessica spun and whipped her green-tipped hair back and forth. the music was tuned down just in time to hear her name, and the crowd around her erupted in cheers. Jessica Melli Jacox was feeling especially generous, so she ordered drinks for everyone, and she sipped hers daintily as she dreamt of all the publicity this would get her.

At the Crown Hotel in Zuni, all the maids had gathered around a small radio in the overstuffed kitchen, listening to the names. When Zahra Cami Denai heard her name, she laughed and smiled and cried as all the maids hugged her and congratulated her. Eventually, however, their huddle was broken when the cook told them to get back to work.

Foster Olson was reading a book while her little sister, Roosevelt, sat expectantly at the t.v. in their small house. When she heard her name called, she thought her mother had called her until she looked up and saw her picture on the screen. Her little sister promptly began screaming "YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU" Until Foster had to give her candy to calm down. However, she smiled. After all, this meant a trip to the palace. What could be better?

Clermont was all hustle and bustle, even with the Selection being announced. Maya sat in her favorite chair writing a song, perfectly content not to be in the Selection drawing, as her friend chilled on the couch beside her. As the names were called, Maya noticed something that sounded familiar. After a moment, she set down her notepad and realized it was her picture on the screen. Her friend crowed in laughter, "HAHAHAHA SUCKS FOR YOU HAHAHAHAHA NOW YOU HAVE TO GO TO THE SELECTION HAHAHAHA!" Infuriated by her best friends betrayal, Maya punched her in the nose, which promptly bled all over the carpet.

Sophia Margie Current was the only one home when the Selection was announced. Her mother and sister had to go and perform at a party, and her father was delivering a painting, so she was all alone in her small house in Tammins. She had her eyes glued to the screen, and when her name was announced she screamed so loud she thought they could hear it in Honduragua. In her eyes, her picture was the only one worth looking at, and she would SO be the next Queen.

One miss Merry Eliza Day was teasing her friend in a coffee shop for liking someone when her name was announced. She stopped to take a sip of her iced coffee, and then choked on it when her name was announced. The friend she was teasing fell out of their seat in laughter, and she joined them, quietly thinking I knew I could do it!

The Dakota streets were almost empty as Ellen Arabella Wilsonburg stumbled out of a party holding the hand of a boy she had just met. She backed him up against a wall and was just about to kiss him when her name was announced. She rushed back inside and proceeded to have just one more drink while people congratulated her.

Shelving books was a tricky business for Aurora Rose Ambers. If she didn't put enough books on one shelf, they would all fall over, but if she put too many, some would fall off. She was just trying to squeeze one more book in when she heard her name announced over the radio. The librarian let her leave early so she could go straight to her home, which was in Columbia, where she would have a small celebration with her mother, Kriss.

Freya Marie Jameson was admiring her handiwork on a particularly frustrating gold chain. She had somehow managed to make it look new, even though it had been dented too many times to count. The radio was blaring in the background, and she just barely heard her name announced as her father closed up shop and gave her a hug, saying he knew she would get in.

Poppy Jeanette Oliver knew she should probably be hanging out with her friends, but she didn't want to let her little sister down. After all, she had promised to enter the Selection, so she should watch it as well, right? Her sister tugged her sleeve, bringing her out of her trance. "Isn't that you?" She asked, and Poppy turned her attention to the screen. Sure enough, her picture was smiling back at her with her name right under it. At the thought of what good it would do for her family, she smiled.

Evangeline had to say it: Likely was cold. Walking back to her house from the bakery, she smiled at the thought that some lucky girl was getting picked from Likely, out of the cold and into the spotlight in the Selection. "Is that her?" Someone asked, and Evangeline turned towards the voice, which came from the door of a small shop. There was a television in a corner, and she could barely see her face peeking up at the camera from the screen. Smiling, she practically ran the rest of the way home; who cared if it wasn't ladylike?

Delia adored attention. From the very beginning, she had been Delia Mae Alexander, the beloved star from Atlin. Now, in the Selection, she would be getting even more attention, and who knew? If she was kicked out, she would get a bunch of offers for movies, and if she didn't…well, she would be Queen, after all. What could be better than an offer to be Queen of Illea, not in a move, but in real life, with Prince Tristan wrapped around her finger?

"Winnie? Rowena, hello?" Clarissa, Winnie (aka Rowena Jones)'s best friend was waving her hand in front of her face. Rowena looked at her, dumbfounded. "Did you hear your name get called? You're in the Selection!" She exclaimed, hugging her tightly. Rowena just nodded. She had never notice before, but…never mind. It was a stupid thought. She'd had this feeling many times, like she was trying to remember something but couldn't. It had always been this way. Rowena Jones had grown up in Hundson front the time she was three, and before that she must have been in one of the neighboring provinces. Oh well. Now she was in the Selection, right? What could possibly go wrong.

Originally, Ellana Abigail Winston had not planned on staying at her employers house for the Sleection. And yet, here she was, serving drinks to the fancy Honduraguan Twos and staring wistfully at the screen as the names flew by. When it came time for the name of Honduragua's Daughter of Illea to be announced, the room grew silent. As Ellana's name was called, she dropped the tray she was holding, attracting more stares than she could count. She could practically hear the people's thoughts; 'they chose the MAID of all people?' Luckily, Bentley, the oldest boy other than the father in the family she worked for, came to her rescue. "Congrats, Abigail!" With that, things resumed as normal, except with more hateful looks in Ellana's direction.

Clementine was not expecting the greeting she got when she arrived home from a long day of dancing at the studio a few blocks away from her home in Sumner. Her mother had cooked an extra special dinner for her, and she didn't know why. The Report had aired hours ago, and it wasn't like she had been Selected…had she? Her suspicions were confirmed when her mother came rushing up to her for a hug. "CONGRATULATIONS!" She practically shouted. With tears in her eyes, her mother whispered, "Your father would be so proud of you." This made Clementine smile. If her father would be proud, why not?

Charity Thornberry thought her wrist was broken. No, not thought, she knew her wrist was broken. She knew because of the way it ached when she moved it, and because the day before her mother had made her lift a particularly heavy box of art supplies, which had caused her to hurt her hand. But the doctor in Labrador said she hadn't done anything to it. Well, he was wrong. Wrong for sure. Just because she was a five didn't mean he could lie to her. Sitting in front of the small t.v. and nursing her wrist, she watched as the Selection unfolded. When her name got called, she screamed, chanted, cheered, and might have even cried. In the midst of all this, her hurt wrist was completely forgotten.

I wish I was a cat. Maggie thought to herself, petting her dog, Rocky. That way I could be friends with Rocky and not have to put up with mom's nagging about being a 'proper lady.' Watching the Selection was painful enough knowing she could be chosen from as the candidate from Fennley. As her province came on the screen, she avoided eye contact. Hearing her name called, she cringed as her mom threw a fistful of popcorn in the air in celebration. Angered by her mother, Maggie hissed and spat. I am a cat. She thought. "YOU ARE NOT A CAT, SO STOP ACTING LIKE ONE!" Her mother shouted, contradicting her thoughts. Did she always have to be condescending?

Carly Stevens of Bankston sat outside, pulling grass with her hands. Why did everything in her life have to be so frustrating? It wasn't as if she wanted to be in the Selection, but of course she would get bullied into it. In an act of defiance, she had refused to watch, instead opting to sit outside and watch the sunset. The last of the normal things in her life. She heard shouting from inside, and that could only mean one thing: she had been Selected. Unmoving as celebrations went on inside the house, she wondered if this would change her life for the better or for the worse.

"California Barriel Anstey, can't you heat up the popcorn any faster?" California's twin brother yelled. California chose not to respond, instead opting to stand there and be slower. Her farm in Whites was lovely, but her four brothers weren't. She needed an escape, and she knew how she could get it: The Selection. She knew she would get picked. When she finally came back to the sitting room with the popcorn, her brothers practically mauled her for it, and she almost didn't hear her name announced over the sound of their bickering. When she did hear it, she let out a triumphant laugh. Time for a fairytale vacation to the palace.

Bonita's name fit it perfectly, or so Rebecca Justice thought. She would miss it if she got Selected. Her mother's scheme would never work, but she figured she should humor her nonetheless. Watching the Selection with her was painful, because her mother hoped so badly that her daughter would become straight, when the hard fact was…she was a lesbian. She always would be. When she heard her name called, her mother cheered, and she tried to be in good spirits. She might acquire a new friend in the Prince, so why not?

Working in the Palace wasn't so bad, as long as you did what you were told. And besides, Angeles was almost always sunny at this time of year, and the Selection would happen soon. Hopefully, Caroline would get to be on the maids to the Selected. It would be a privilege. Caroline Mae Banks had worked at the Palace since she could remember, and was just dusting the library for Prince Tristan when she was approached by the head maid, Georgianna. "Caroline, I have some news." She said. Caroline nodded silently, still dusting. What was said next made her stop in her tracks. "You have been Selected." Caroline turned around and pointed to herself to clarify. The head maid chuckled and nodded. "Yes, you. Now go downstairs, the other girls want to congratulate you." Caroline smiled, suddenly giddy despite her long day. Things were looking up.

Berkli Elizabeth Saletri had never trusted anyone. Well, with the exception of Ryan. So when this man told her she had been Selected as the candidate from Midston, that he had seen it on t.v., she gave him a skeptical look and told him to play his joke on someone else. However, when Ryan came running up to her with a fresh warmed roll and the truth that she had been Selected, she began to laugh. And laugh. And laugh some more. Because the whole situation was ridiculous. She would be out in a day, for sure. But, in the mean time, at least she would have some money she could repay Ryan with when she got out. At least there was that.

Smith, for once, didn't feel like going out with friends. She felt like sitting in the den and watching the Selection, which was a first. She had never much been into romance, but for the sake of humoring her friends, she had entered. It wasn't like she would actually get in. But she watched anyway, and when her province of Belcourt was about to be announced, she thought about just leaving. But she was absolutely shell-shocked when her name appeared on the screen, along with the picture of her, which she hated. Her mother had made her wear a weird dress thingy. But her family cheered, and she didn't want to offend them, so she hugged them, danced a bit, and decided things could be worse.

Tonight felt like the start of something, decided Aylana Whitney Mills, staring out the window of her house in St. George. Hooking her eyes back on the screen, she watched as her name was announced, and she saw her picture, which made her smile. So her instincts had not let her down; she was in for a very big, very bright, and very amazing adventure. And who knew? Maybe she would find love at the end of all this.

Holland Reese had never liked the Prince much. Or, for that matter, the Royal family. They all thought they understood the lives of their people, but they were also being fed, pampered, and taken care of by a staff of over 100. What would they know about hardship? What did they know of hunger, or survival? When Holland saw her name light up on screen for Panama, she knew it was her chance to let the Prince know of all that was going on. If he would just listen, she could bear being Selected.

Erin Nilda Nickson loved to exaggerate things. She was currently telling an animated story to Eil, her best friend, in her house in Denbeigh. "And then, the guy I was next to leaned over and said 'so the chair tipped over, or you fell on it?' And then I was about to say that I fell on it when someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I was like 'who are you?' And he was like 'I'm your waiter' and I was like 'But where's the chair' and he was like-" She was abruptly cut off by the announcement of her name on the screen. Both she and Eil were stunned. "Well this'll make a great story." Erin said.

The Selection was happening full blast at the Hancock house in Calgary. Edge Janelle Hancock was in the center of the dance floor, swaying her hips to the beat and laughing with her friends. Even though she wasn't fully sure that she would get Selected, she was a Two, which meant she could throw a party if she wanted. And she wanted. The music was turned down so the DJ could make an announcement, and everyone stopped dancing and looked at him questioningly. "Shout out to Edge Janelle Hancock, a new Daughter of Illea!" Everyone began cheering and clapping, and Edge couldn't help but smile. She had just been Selected. This would be fun, if nothing else.

Selena Marybeth Kurry knew she would be Selected. She knew she would one day be Queen. And who better for the job? She was controlling, she was a people person, and she understood strategy well enough. It didn't come as a surprise when she saw her picture pop up on the television, but she got excited nonetheless. There was a handsome Prince waiting for her, and she felt like Cinderella, out of the ashes of the caste of Fours in Baffin and into the castle. All she was missing now was a glass slipper, but she would rather skip all of the waiting for her Prince and just go straight to him. Straight to being Queen.

Kiera Rai Khan absolutely adored her sister. She would do anything for her, it didn't matter what it was. As they watched the Selection, her sister, Katherine, asked her what she would do if she got in. Kiera had simply shook her head and said she wouldn't get in, so there was no need to worry. Now she wasn't so sure. "And, from Ottaro, Lady Kiera Rai Khan, a Five!" Gavril shouted through the speakers of the television. Kiera simply sat there, stunned, as her sister smiled and hugged her. But she knew what she would do. She couldn't bear to part with her sister, but she would have to, at least for a few days, so she was going to let the neighbors take care of her, and as soon as she could, she was going to get her little sister to the Palace. She didn't care what the Prince said about it.

"Reena Hueson, a Five from Lakedon!" Gavril announced, snapping Reena out of her daydream. She couldn't be sure if she had actually snapped out of the dream, because she thought she had been Selected. She looked around her in confusion as everyone began cheering and dancing around the room, wondering if this was all real. Only when her mother screamed in her ear that she had been Selected did she truly believe it. It wasn't a dream, and she was really going to the Palace. She was now a Daughter of Illea.

Closing the small shop in Yukon, Emilia Bernard was just about to turn on her heel and head home when she heard her name announced over the radio in the nearby shop. She froze in place, and stayed that way for what felt like a small forever, until she realized what had just happened and headed home. She was a Three now, which meant she could provide for her family! And furthermore, she had a shot at…possible romance? The thought made her blush, but it faded as she ran. She would be going to the Palace. Everything would finally be okay.

Do not cross Esther Annalisa Whiddon. Ever. Thought Esther, wondering how she would get revenge on her friends for pulling a prank on her right before the Selection announcements started. She was just formulating a plan when she saw her picture on the t.v. under the subtitle of Dominica. She grinned. Scratch the revenge planning; she was going to the Palace! Finally, she would be recognized, and have some kind of voice, and who knew? Perhaps she would find love in the handsome Prince Tristan.

Manvi Rai Thalwar never expected to be Selected. Queen America had been from Carolina, and she thought that they would Select someone much more deserving than her, seeing as she didn't look like that much of a Queen, and she was more of a background kind of person. Also, she worked at a bar, which probably didn't look that good on her Selection Form. When her name was announced over the speaker at the bar where she worked, she felt extreme pride. Who wouldn't? "Firework! Firework!" The men around her shouted. she smiled sweetly at them and ordered a free round of shots. She may have been Selected, but her shift didn't end for another hour.

Jezebelle Arianna Reiss knew she wouldn't get picked, but she sat in front of the television nonetheless. She was from France, so she would probably be overlooked, but she didn't really mind. She still wanted to know who got picked, even if it wasn't her. Gavril Fadaye looked down at his notes, seeming confused, and Jezebelle's breath hitched. They weren't done. "And…a special guest…Jezebelle Arianna Reiss, from France!" He cracked a wide smile, although he was clearly very confounded by this. Jezebelle couldn't help her smile. She didn't have a caste, sure, but she was in the Selection, which meant she had a chance.

Tristan's POV:

I wipe the sweat from my palms, breathing deep breaths now that the Selected have been announced. One of those is my future wife, and it makes the whole experience absolutely terrifying. Megan approaches, arm in arm with Albert, and I can't help but think about how she looks a lot like that girl…Manvi Rai Thalwar, was it? Never mind that, I have a question to ask her.

"How do you feel?" Megan asks, patting my shoulder while Albert looks at me, concerned.

"Um…terrified?" I voice. Megan nods.

"Albert, would you mind letting me talk privately with Tristan for a moment?" Megan asks sweetly. Albert's eyes soften as he looks at her, filled with love.

"As long as you'll be alright." He says, giving her a deep, meaningful kiss. She smiles, lost in the moment with him for a minute before returning to reality.

"I'll be fine, don't worry. I'll be there in a minute." Albert gives her one last long look before walking away, Princely as always. Megan turns back to me.

"What is it?" She asks.

"What was it like, knowing you had to marry, but not knowing Albert?" I blurt out. Megan smiles, recalling those days of so long ago.

"Well…I was like you. Absolutely terrified by the possibility of falling in love, and even more scared by the idea that I might not. But…" She trails off, trying to find words, "I know this will sound cliche, and you may not believe in love at first sight, but…when I saw Albert, I just knew everything would be fine." She laughs, turning back to me. "Ridiculous, I know, but he still does make me feel that way. Like I never have to worry about anything. I hope you find that, too, Tristan." She looks behind her, searching for Alberts form, and then turns back to me. "I'll be going now." She turns, carrying herself with an air of Royalness I don't think anyone but her could muster. She comes up behind Albert, wraps her arms around him, and he immediately seems to relax.

"I hope I find that, too, Megan." I whisper to myself, turning away. I have to make sure I get enough sleep so I can meet the Selected tomorrow. So I can meet my wife. My future. Let the Selection begin.

Whew! So what did y'all think? Too much, too little, just right? I feel SO EXCITED about this Selection that I could honestly explode! Never fear, I won't leave you hanging that long, I'll post something more soon. I have decided to do a few POV's per chapter, in order to fit everyone in.

So let me know if I portrayed your character correctly, or just tell me how adorable Megan and Albert are together, because I love that pairing. They are perfect for each other. Ahhhh...

So, yah, thats all for now, folks, and remember, MORE COMING SOON!

~Alison