This is loosly based on Miku's Love is War, which can be found here: http :// www . you tube . com / watch ?v=Mg-B9WUkgAE
I thought about having it be a third part to the Meiko/Miku thing I had, but I didn't want to ruin it's light hearted mood.
I shouldn't get so angry. I need to relax. I really hope no one heard me.
I need to be known as a gentle girl.
But when I think about him, I just can't control myself. Love sucks.
I'm still panting. For goodness sakes, I must have looked ridiculous.
I really shouldn't take my life so seriously. I'm a small-time singer and songwriter. I just made a fool of myself on the makeshift stage locals bands use for concerts.
I hooked up the speaker system, dug out an old megaphone, and shouted about my stupid one-sided crush. I'd laugh, but it isn't really that funny.
The crunching of megaphone shards underneath my boots reminds me I ought to clean up. Why am I in my performance outfit? I have to say it's pretty cute, but not casual wear.
Even my short skirt doesn't get me his attention.
Kamui Gakupo. Even his name sounds sophisticated. An older man, who am I kidding? Why do I try?
He's happy with her. I hate her. I hate her smooth way of flirting. I hate her seductive voice. I hate her outfits, her body, her charm.
But I have to hate myself too, because she's really a very nice person. When I'm nervous to go on stage, she softly encourages me. She isn't jealous of my youth, and if our roles were reversed, she'd laugh and go after someone else.
Why couldn't she be cruel and rude so I could fight back?
Love is war, and I'm shooting doves.
Gakupo was always sweet to me. But then again, he's nice to all the girls. He's too old for me, they'd all say if they knew.
Luka's a few years younger than him, but not to my extent. She's mature, the critics say.
I'm cute, I'm cheerful, I'm peppy- I'm dreaming.
They're happy together. They argue sometimes, they aren't too sappy. (In public, at least.)
In public. How do they act in private? I don't want to think of it.
I'll try to win him, I whisper. I'll do my best.
I lie to myself as the sky clears. A deep blue. Rays of light glint off the broken megaphone.
Hunting for a broom, I bite my lips so I can't seem any more foolish.
But in my thoughts, I'll burn in flames of love for someone who cares for me as a younger sister, a pet, a loyal fan.
Megurine Luka is likely in town with him now, drinking something alcholic at a classy bar. He'll quote a song of hers, and she'll chuckle in a lighthearted way, long nails hiding her smile. Her blue eyes that match his will glisten, and she'll remark on the the changing weather. Maybe they'll go for a walk, co-write a song. A duet, they'll decide.
I'll be here sweeping up my shattered dreams-
For god's sake, Miku, it's just a MEGAPHONE.
My conscious calls out, and I have to smile bittersweetly as I dry my eyes.
The walk home is alone, but one day I won't regard it as such.
I'll become Hatsune Miku one day, a fairly popular artist, joke around with my friends, a gentle girl.
Make love, not war. How redundant.
But a pacifist I shall be. I'll write a song, and someday when I've gotten over myself I'll sing it.
After their duet, of course.
I'm at my apartment now. I didn't have to work today. Until, or if I ever hit the big time I work part-time as a cashier at Meiko's Video and Music Store.
I really like it there. I watch old movies on the televisions set up everywhere from my place at the register, and sometimes she show live concerts. I like those the best.
Meiko's about Luka's age, and used to be a pop star. She has a lot of her CDs here, one of the only places that sells them anymore.
~Sakine Meiko~ proclaim the covers in bright bubble letters. I can't believe she used to wear lolita skirts and dance so cutely. Bubble-gum pop!
Now she runs this place, doesn't sing in public anymore. If that ever happened to me, I probably die. I can't let go of my dreams.
But she's okay. The stress of tours and critics drove her to drink, and she bowed out professionally for her health. "I'm too old to dance like that anymore!" she'll guffaw and then rave about the latest all-action-no-plot blockbuster.
Will I ever be that mature?
Not all my friends are as famous as Meiko was. Haku and Neru are two of my best friends, and are even less well known than I.
Haku also has a drinking problem, and Neru's temper can't take criticism. The try their best to help each other through their struggles, but fail miserably. But they laugh about it, Haku drunkenly clutching Neru as they try to sing together.
The other day they came in together, Ms. Akita checking her email on her beloved cellphone as Ms. Yowane asking advice to decide between the latest horror movie or a hypnotic self help dvd.
Why do I get so caught up over little things like a crush? Haku's crush on Neru is glaringly obvious yet she's happy with her life.
Some of my friends are really famous. When we were little kids, the Kagamine Twins and I were inseperable. But by the time they were eleven or so their career skyrocketed. Advertised as twins who were best friends, they were immediate hits.
They're on tour now, but they keep in touch. Now they're portrayed as twins in love, which the fans gush over. I wonder if it's true? Nothing's sure in show business.
The public don't even know about Luka and Gakupo. His fangirls would revolt, and her fanbase of creepy older men would shun her. But they're happy. I guess they're duet won't be too romantic.
Then again, I've sung love ballads with Kaito. He's eccentric, but fun to be around. His career is up and down, along with his sweets consumption. Ice cream is a favorite.
He has an interesting life. He's pursued Meiko, been pursued by Gakupo (before I liked him, whew), and pursued me falsely in songs.
Ah, my posse is always wrapped up in love octagons. Yet they get over it. Get over it. Get over it, Miku.
My conscious is always trying to tell me something. I'm just too dense to follow its advice.
I look over the music section in the local paper. This town has a reputation for producing singing sensations, so it's always up to date with news.
Electronic music is rising 'exponentially' claims the headlines. Hmm. My 'song' today was more on the slower side.
Oh, look, Luka has a new single. A cover, but I'm sure it'll be wonderful. 'Flashdance' it says. I'll have to check that out soon.
She's so pretty. I really didn't intend to bring up my chest size, but I'm so flat-chested compared to her. Is that why he doesn't like me?
No, he's rather shallow, but not that shallow. He's pretty too. Girls like girly guys I guess. I do sometimes too.
But it's not just that. The way he speaks so formally, his posture, his gentlemanly manner. He's Luka's perfect match.
I'd better go wash my hair. I have work tomorrow, and a concert after that. I need to keep up my reputation.
Why can't my life be boring? Or if it's romantic, can't I be blind and fall in love with a demon who cares for me? My song with Kaito was like that.
But even that ended badly. I guess love isn't like a girl's manga.
Oh, my bath's overflowing! Miku, pay attention!
My conscious has some good points.
This was not much like the song, I wanted to make it less angsty.
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