Me owning vocaloids can be related to copying Sue Sylvester's comebacks. Impossible.

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My sister sat, examining the art covers of Miku and my new songs that debuted only a week ago. The music itself was playing in the background on out surround-sound stereo. She flipped a page of the hard-cover, thick material art album. "You know, I'm glad you incorporated your life into your song, Len," she commented just as my new single, 'Hot Cocoa', ended. A chuckled reverberated through the conference room.

"Thank-" I began, but paused at the hidden insult. "Wait, what are you impl-"

She fixed me with a turquoise stare that said, "Want to challenge me? Go ahead." I shut up.

Luka's new song, 'Caged Baby Dragon', came on and we all – all being Rin, Miku, Kaito, Gakupo, our producers, and myself – marveled at its simplistic beauty.

"Come on guys, it's not that good," Luka insisted, flustered.

"Oh, shut up, it's gorgeous," Rin replied idly, flipping another page to see the cover of Miku's new song, 'Aria'. "And so is this," Rin exclaimed, flashing the sky dotted with thousands of stars, and pierced with a digital tower, lit at its peak.

Miku's face seemed to redden a couple shades.

Luka snatched the book from her and let her eyes roam skittishly. "Oh my god," she breathed. "This has to be digital art, right? There's no way you went to a place like this to film." It sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone.

"Well, the sky was real and the buildings in the video, but not the skyscraper," Miku admitted, reserved.

Luka groaned. "You're so lucky. All I got was a costume and a couple face shots in the middle of the woods at night."

One of our producers, taking note of our fascination with Aria's album cover, put the track on for us.

For the duration of the melody, our little council was completely silent, listening. Finally the last, sweet note sang out.

Another beat of silence before we broke out into applause.

"I'm glad someone finally took a page out of Luka's book," Gakupo commented.

"Wait, what's that supposed to mean?" Kaito demanded.

"Well," Gakupo began, speculating, "Everyone's songs lately have been so crazy or inconsequential, but Luka's are all… sophisticated."

"Sophisticated," Rin repeated.

Gakupo nodded in confirmation.

"So what you're saying is: Kokoro was childish?" Rin asked, steaming.

"And what about Fortune Diver?" I demanded.

"Or Nebula?" Miku added.

Kaito kicked back in his chair. "Lay up guys, we all know that Gakupo's biased."

Miku, Rin, and I made to argue this, but then registered his words and sat back down, agreeing.

Gakupo went red. So did Luka. Aww…

"Sorry, to interrupt," our head producer stated, "But we would like to know if you have any thoughts for your next songs. Particularly Miku, since Aria is already sure to be a hit."

Miku thought for a second, then came up with an answer. Oh, if only Rin and I knew that answer before this moment, maybe we would've been better prepared to handle it.

"I want revenge for Revolution," she finally said.

The room was silent exempting the producers' frantic searching in their folders of ideas for something that fit the bill.

Finally I stood up. I glanced to my right to see Rin up as well. "There's no way we're agreeing to something like that," I practically shouted.

I felt Rin slip her arm around mine so that it was obvious she agreed with me.

At that moment, one of our producers popped his head back up from under that table – under which he had been exploring his bag for Miku's revenge. He held up a script and Miku, Rin, and my eyes all locked on.

Our head producer snatched the pile of papers and scanned it with his eyes. "Why, this is brilliant!"

"Why is it brilliant?" Rin questioned, worried.

"Doesn't matter," Miku injected, "You're doing it."

I unhooked Rin's arm and traded it for a hand. "And why, may I ask, would we subject ourselves to public humiliation?"

"'Cause you feel guilty for musically challenging me last week. You asked for this. Now I'm going to get my payback."

"There's no way -" I almost repeated.

Rin squeezed my hand to shut me up. In her other hand, she held the script and she was already scanning it. I joined her and soon, we had read the entire thing. The title was Black Vow and if we were being honest, it wasn't too bad of a script. Mostly, it was just more of what we had been doing. Forbidden love… some transgender… fantasy intrigue…

I shared a gaze with my sister and we both nodded. "Fine," Rin agreed.

"We'll do it," I added, "But only as an apology to Miku."

Miku clapped her hands in delight and only a few days later, we began shooting.

Rin had her feathered wings strapped to her back and I had on my princely uniform that… well, it was taken off about half-way through the video… Anyways, Miku had her frilly, black dress that I'm sure cost a fortune. Even Kaito had a part as Rin's former lover.

The humiliating part of this song, was the fact that Rin wasa in love with Miku, but to have her love accepted, she turned into me, which basically portrayed that we both love Miku in a strangely sick way. Also, Rin and I both give up our life to let Miku ive after being shot, so… basically we were worshipping our taller, more popular soul sister. At least we got to do the vocals.

I don't know how, but we were somehow able to get through the shoot without too much complaining… even the explicit scene where I first enter. Okay, I'm just going to admit it now: that was extremely awkward to film.

So the song finally got released, Miku was happy, Kaito and Meiko finally got over teasing Rin and I, and we were back to the way things went.

Back in our house, Rin handed me a banana. "Maybe if we're lucky, the song will be a fluke and hardly anyone will watch it."

"If we're lucky," I agreed.

Rin powered up our computer. "I bet we aren't even over one hundred views."

I rolled a chair up to sit beside Rin and share the screen.

A couple of clicks and, "See? We've only got a hundred and six."

"Rin…"

"Yeah?"

"That says a hundred and six thousand."

"…Oh."

Our foreheads hit the desk.