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Yeah, I think I forgot to put a disclaimer in the first chapter, so here it is. I don't own any of these characters and even if you decide to sue me, you won't get much :P

I rarely ever reread my chapters before publishing so yes, I do know there are typos and such. ^^;

I was sort of in a daze. Somehow, my sister and I had found our way into the backseat of a car. A car. A real motorized vehicle!

So what had happened was that the mysterious man turned out to be a marketing agent. His name was Tyler Stuart, but he wanted us to call him Ty. He said that we looked very "commercial" and "unique", but I was almost positive that those two words were antonymous.

Rin and I, after being assured that we weren't being tricked into being turned in to the authorities, agreed that maybe, just maybe we would work with them. But honestly… it wasn't so much that we wanted to be stars. We just didn't want to be scrounging for food or ducking under the radar any longer.

So long story short, we decided to enter the world of entertainment.

A sudden cold shot through me at the prospect of going to a place we didn't know. We were leaving our maze of confusion and protection and entering a world that we knew nothing about.

Rin gave my hand a reassuring squeeze and I calmed down slightly. At least if I was going to be lost, I was going to have my sister by my side.

At this point, Ty was the only person Rin and I sort of trusted which is why when he handed us over to someone that he referred to as a "talent agent", we were terrified.

"Don't worry," a man with a nametag that read 'Devon Parsons' said, "I'm only going to help you find your inner passion."

I blinked. Did dodging and running count as a talent?

Devon's black hair was slicked back in a way that made him look as if he had just taken a swim in a lake. His clothes were less formal than what Ty wore, but still more extravagant than anything Rin or I had ever worn.

"So I'll leave it to you then, Dev?" Ty asked, tapping a cigarette out of a box.

"Leave it to me," Devon responded obediently.

Ty left soon after that and Devon circled us, examining. We waited for a moment, sitting through his speculation, before Rin burst out, "Okay, you're not going to find out anything about us if you don't say something."

Devon paused for a moment before chuckling. "I suppose you're correct. Well, why don't we explore your talents, shall we?" He instructed us to take a seat in the little sitting area we occupied, then he disappeared into a back room, only to return with a list of potential passions. "So, first off, can either of you paint a decent picture or something of the like?"

"Nope," I finalized.

"I have trouble drawing stick figures," Rin ageed.

Taking a pencil off the coffee table between us, Devon made a mark on his sheet of paper. "What about acting?"

After fetching a woman who specialized in acting and putting us through a couple trials, Devon declared that we were okay, but not passable to make a career out of it.

And so on it went. A couple hours passed and we had only gone through half of his list. We were on the M's now and Devon as us about musicianship.

Rin pondered for a second. "Not particularly…"

"I used to, but it was a really long time ago," I admitted, remembering vague figures in a bright room, reviewing and reviewing the same tune over and over again.

Devon heaved a sigh. "Never mind. Why don't you guys take lunch and we'll continue afterwards."

Both of our heads snapped up. Food? Free food?

Devon, hardly noticing our change in mood, gestured towards a door and gave us a few simple directions which we followed.

We neared a couple official-looking double doors. From behind the barrier, we could hear laughter and conversation, but more importantly, we could smell meat being grilled, vegetables being fried, and desserts being mixed. Halleluiah.

Barely able to contain ourselves, we burst through the doors and inhaled the aromas, took in the sights, and dreamed about tasting the food.

Our dreams became realities because we sampled everything that was set up in the cafeteria, for it was buffet style. Never before had we been blessed with so much food and the promise of falling asleep without the weight of starvation upon us. Rin and I were so full and so content afterwards, we could hardly move when Devon came to find us an hour later, saying that it was time to get back to work.

Apparently Devon had new plans for us because we were instead led into a more professional-looking studio. He told us once again to wait for him there. I took this opportunity to share my thoughts with my better half.

"Rin, what do you think?"

"About?"

"About this deal?"

Rin sighed. "I can't say I like it, but I think that it's better than letting ourselves starve."

"That's just what I was thinking."

"So what do we do?"

I glanced around at the busy bodies of employees that were certainly being underpaid. "We tough it out and do what they say."

As a sign of agreement, or perhaps just in a need for comfort, Rin grasped my hand in hers and we sat there, watching a man behind a camera exclaim inspiringly to a green-haired female. My hand unconsciously went to the chain around my neck.

A few minutes passed like that until something caught my eye. I pulled my hand from Rin's and got out of my chair to retrieve a familiar stringed instrument leaning carelessly against the wall.

Rin eyed the guitar skeptically. "Are you sure we're allowed to use that?"

"If we aren't, I'll just give it back. No harm done."

She continued to glare at it.

"What?"

"Can you still play it?"

"We're about to find out, aren't we?" And with that, I held the instrument up in both hands, experimentally strumming a few notes and turning knobs to make the pitches sound more precise. I'm not completely sure why or how my hands moved the way they did, but I guess skills never truly fade, but they just sort escape to the recesses of our minds.

I strummed the strings in a way that felt familiar, then began to pick out a tune from my memories.

Rin flinched as she remembered as well. We had first heard the melody in an outdoor concert that we had snuck into. Rin was immediately taken by the song so I did everything in my power to find something- anything that could recreate the melody. I was lucky enough to find a small store. Two necklaces sat side by side in the window, both of the most common musical clefs engraved and painted gold in the black ovals that hung from the necklace's gold chains. When I inquired about them to the old woman who ran the store, she showed me that they were musical lockets. The same tune that we had heard at the concert rang out and entranced me. I had to have them. Of course I had no money then, so I was forced to turn away in disappointment.

Every day for a month I walked by that shop. I don't know why I was so determined to acquire something that I knew would never be in my power to acquire, but nonetheless, I repeated this routine daily. That is, until one day the lights in the usually bright storefront were off. In a panic, I rushed to the window to see that everything was in its place still. Obviously I was very confused.

At that moment though, I picked up the conversation of two housewives just to the right of me. They spoke of how the poor owner had passed away in her sleep, but had no heirs or close relatives to inherit the little business. The government was supposed to cease the land in only a week. So I made up my mind.

That night, I fashioned a nice little device out of what used to be a paperclip and broke into the abandoned store. No lights went on, no sirens. It was as if the woman had purposely left everything like this… waiting for something.

Anyways, without hesitation, I crept to the window and snatched the necklaces from their box and sprinted all the way home, through Rin's and my maze. Tying a long blade of grass around the box, it seemed just like a birthday present. A long overdue thing if you ask me.

The look on my sister's face was priceless when I handed her the gift – even more so when she opened it and discovered its contents.

Ever since, we've worn the chains as a sort of connection to each other.

I sat there in the modeling studio, thinking of all these things, picking out a tune that Rin and I had listened to countless times.

My sister waited a few beats before joining in with the only instrument she had – her voice. What a lovely thing it was too. Strangely, she remembered almost every word from that song that we had heard. Perhaps she was improvising, I wouldn't have known.

I joined her perfectly clear notes with an underlying harmony and for a while, it was like we were in our own world. A world of songs and rhythms that we didn't know existed.

It was only when Rin's voice sang out the last pure note and the guitar's strings vibrated the last chord that I was brought back to the studio.

It was also then that we noticed how silent it had gotten. The cameraman had ceased his interjections and the bustling of stagehands had quieted. Rin and I shared a worried glance. Had we already done something wrong to make them hate us? Certainly we couldn't have. Not so soon.

Suddenly, the sound of clapping ensued. Just one pair. Then another. And another. Finally the entire room was in applause – even the green-haired model whom we had stolen the spotlight from was clapping for us.

In my inspection of the room, I saw Devon returning with a clipboard, but his attention was on us, jaw open in awe. But what caught more of my attention was Ty, way in the back of the crowd. A victorious smile lit his features.

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