A/N: I didn't get a single review for the last chapter. It made me really sad. :'( I knew that it was bad, but was it really THAT bad? I even put in some kutau to make up for it. Oh, well. I guess my movie idea didn't work out as well as I thought it would. They'll finish it up this chapter, for the most part. Well, at least all the singing. But I'm going to use it to the advantage of the story. Don't worry, it won't be focused on the filming!
The Million Dollar Bet
Day Six, Part Two
Once again, a song was being filmed for the movie. This time, it featured Amu, Yaya, Nagihiko, and Kukai all singing about Amu's character, "Christine". Kukai was playing Chester, who did practically nothing but sing and yell "FIVE MINUTES" when there was five minutes left until showtime. Nagihiko was playing Amu's mother. Everyone was laughing at this, and Amu was awing over his resemblance to Nadeshiko. Yaya was playing Minerva, who was the former owner of Skunk Creek Op'ry House. In the story, Louis (Ikuto), was buying the op'ry house. The song performance went something like this:
Amu:
I sing like Lilly Russel,
And Dance like Ziegfeld's best.
My mom thinks that my talent
Can't be beat in all the west.
Someday I will go solo.
The stars I hope to reach.
And when I bask in glory,
I'll hear my public screech:
Others:
You're too good to be true.
Amu:
I'm too good to be true.
Others:
You're too good to be true
Amu:
I'm too good to be true.
Others.
Oh, Christine S., How you impress
We're ga-ga over you
Talent to spare, Broadway beware!
You're to good to be true.
Amu:
I never use my beauty
To try to get a part
I've far too much respect for
My profession and my heart
But should some cruel producer
Try to misuse my charms
Nagihiko:
I'll tie his legs like pretzels,
And break both of his arms!
Others:
You're too good to be true
Amu:
I'm too good to be true.
Others:
You're too good to be true
Amu:
I'm too good to be true
Others:
So squeaky clean, lovely Christine
You're pure a morning dew!
Snow White, I swear, cannot compare
You're too good to be true
Christine:
I always use good manners,
While working on the set.
I rarely throw a tantrum,
Make demands, or even fret.
I'd never break a contract,
Or hold out for a raise,
For these and other reasons
My co-stars sing this praise
Amu:
I'm too good to be true.
Others:
You're too good to be true
Amu:
I'm too good to be true
Others:
She knows her lines, she never whines
And comes in right on cue.
Oh! What a pro, watch her fame grow
You're too good to be true!
Amu:
I'm too good to be true.
Others:
You're too good to be true
Amu:
I'm too good to be true
Others:
You're too good to be true
Amu:
Who wouldn't be jealous of me?
'Cause I'm hard to out-do.
Miss U.S.A. better make way
I'm too good to be true!
Others:
She's too good to be true!
~Cut~
"Now I'm glad I didn't get that part," Utau said. "Carlotta may be fat, but at least she's not arrogant!"
"Umm... Carlotta is just as arrogant," Amu pointed out. "She sings about herself, too. It's called 'When the Fat Lady Sings'."
"Just one thing," Kukai began, "How are we going to make Utau look fat?"
"I'll take that as a compliment," said the singer in question.
"We'll just put lots of stuff in her clothes," Ikuto said casually.
"Nagihiko, I can't believe how much you look like Nadeshiko like that..." Amu changed the subject. Nagi looked worried. He had been forced into a dress to make him look like a girl so he could play Amu's mother. He'd also put his hair up. "Sometimes it's almost like you guys are the same person."
"Hey, Amu!" Tadase called, seeing the trouble she was causing and wanting to help.
"What, Tadase?"
"Uh... Let's go outside!" he thought up quickly.
"Okay," she abandoned the rest of them and trotted after Tadase, who exited out the side door. Ikuto glared.
"I've got to go," he mumbled, and went out the front door. Of course, he was going to eavesdrop on them. Maybe even do a little spying, or drop in at precisely the right time. Because of this, filming was cut short for the day. Without Ikuto, there was no filming. Besides, Utau really didn't want to have to get dressed up for her part.
"Making a movie isn't as fun as Yaya thought it would be," said Yaya.
"It's better than sitting around all day doing nothing," Rima pointed out.
"We could find something more fun to do!" Yaya suggested.
"Like what?"
"Hmm... A masquerade ball!" Yaya yelled.
"No. Where did Utau and Kukai go?" Rima asked no one in particular. The two had dissapeared.
"I think they went upstairs," Nagihiko said.
"I'm going to go find them," Rima replied, and headed in that direction.
"Do you think Rima-tan is acting weird?" Yaya asked as soon as she was gone.
"Umm... well, I did notice that." Nagi admitted, hoping Yaya wouldn't pry anything out of him. After a few minutes, Rima came trotting back down the stairs.
"Did Rima-tan find them?"
"Yeah," she replied, "In the living room upstairs. I think they're a couple now."
~Around midnight~
Rima lifted her face and let water droplets splat onto her cheeks. She squinted her eyes so that no water would get in them. Why she was taking a shower at midnight was a completely reasonable question. But there wasn't much of an answer: she'd simply felt like it. Just like she'd simply felt like kissing Nagihiko the other day on the bridge.
Except, that was different. There was some strange urge pulling her to do something as irrational as that, and she'd done it. Taking a shower was more of a relaxing thing that she'd decided to do to calm herself.
Besides, she was bored. She couldn't sleep, although everyone else was deep under its spell. She'd been careful not to wake anyone, but it wasn't likely they would have, anyway.
And now here she was, sorting out her thoughts while taking a shower. The main thing that was bugging her? The strange, foreign feeling that had harbored itself within her for the past few days. She just couldn't figure it out. At first she'd been confused as to why Nagihiko had kissed her in the attic. And then he'd apologized and was really sorry about it. The solution was simple: he like Rima. It was possible it was more than just a simple crush, too. He wouldn't have been sorry if he didn't. In fact, if he didn't, he probably wouldn't have done it in the first place.
Rima was not sure, however, as to her own motives. It had been something she'd done completely relying on impulse, ready to blame her own cruelty. It was cruel to do that to him, and then just go about ignoring him like usual.
One thing she was sure of about this strange feeling: it wasn't hate. And it didn't feel like it belonged in her. She didn't want it there. If she convinced herself she hated Nagihiko, maybe this strange thing would go away. And then she'd never have to worry about it again.
But it hadn't worked. She'd ignored the feeling as long as she could, but now it was just driving her nuts. What the heck was this? Her mind raced, memories flooding it without mercy. Memories that included Nagi. But they weren't unpleasant. Images flashed through her head, and she found herself smiling. Thoughts that had before been unwelcome were now fond memories. Even if they weren't happy times.
And then in struck her. This odd feeling that had been plaguing her for the past few days. Everything crashed onto her head like the water pouring from the shower. And three words rang clear in Rima's mind: I'm in love.
A/N: Sorry guys, this was short. REALLY short. And I have no excuse. Not having any reviews made me sad and not want to write, but I have an idea now. And this chapter was also lame, I was in a writers block. Until the last part. That part I'm proud of. And the next chapter will hopefully be good!
I just wanted to tell you guys this:
On Tuesday, I walked into history class and there was a rumor going around our class of 5 students that we were going to have a pop history quiz. I didn't remember much of the reading, and started to panic, but came up with a plan. I have a secret weapon a lot like Rima's, but very few people know about it. My history teacher came in and started talking to us, and I burst into tears. She came over to me and asked me what was wrong. I said "Please don't make us take a history test," and looked up at her with a teary face. Haha, everyone believed me! They seriously thought I was crying for real. It was kinda fun, and even though I blew it by laughing in the end, no one found out the tears were fake. But the downside was that I was sniffling all period from the after effects, and had to keep blowing my nose. Oh, well, it was fun anyway. I love being able to cry on command.