The Musical Angel Chapter 56: Arigatou, Sayonara, a vocaloid fanfic

Well this is it, guys. Rin's final numbers of her final concert. She's come such a long way and it's time to say "Thank you, goodbye."

Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid

Arigatou, Sayonara

Rin's POV

(A/N Her performance was inspired by the Live Concert) I stood in the center of the dark stage, waiting for the music to begin playing. I had my back facing the crowd and as the chimes began to play, I crossed my legs and slowly turned around. By now the lights had turned up to reveal me in my signature clothes. From there I shifted my weight to my right leg and extended that arm outward slightly as I looked it. As the intro continued, I slowly raised that arm up and began to sing as I faced everyone and brought my arms in. I then bent them inward and bounced around as I sang the 'ah's. Now was the time for my song. I remembered my thoughts that day way back when, when I first became a student at Vocaloid High: 'Someday I'll write a song . . . and dedicate it to you guys because you helped me through so much.' I had so many people I had to thank; and now was my time to do that very thing.

"I am just a robot that was made by a smart and lonely scientist. You could say that his creation was a miracle. But there's still one thing missing in me one important thing that can't be made. It is something that they call a heart in a program.

A few hundred years passed in front of me, throughout that time I was all alone. This robot had just one wish, you see, and one hope.

I want to know who that man was, and why he spent the last days of his life working to make just one thing for me"—I brought my hands to my heart before extending them in front of me— "kokoro'." I stood there as the sounds of gears turning and machinery turning on sounded, before moving about as the music came back.

"Now a miracle begins for me, working with enormous speed. Why can't I stop all these tears from pouring out? And why am I shaking like this? I feel my heartbeat moving fast. Is that what I had hope for? My own heart 'kokoro'?" I bowed my head and lifted it up when the music started back up again.

"Mystery, 'kokoro', 'kokoro', mystery. And now I'm happy and I know how it really feels. Mystery, 'kokoro', 'kokoro', mystery. And now I know what true sadness really is. Mystery, 'kokoro', 'kokoro' forever. All these feelings deep inside of me!" I raised my head to the ceiling. "Aaah!" Now I bowed my head and closed my eyes as I brought my hands over my heart.

"I'm beginning now to understand there's a reason why I was born." Memories of me with my friends in good times and bad came to my mind. "'Cause in this world, it must be sad being alone. All those days we spent, I see them all. Everything is clear in my mind. From now on, those memories live in my heart!" I began to move around again.

"I can say now, real and sincere words." I brought in my arms then extended them forward. "I dedicate this song to you!" As I smiled and fought back my tears, I felt my friends and Mr. Takahata watching me with big grins on the sides of the stage, hidden from view. They were the reason I had made it this far and I couldn't express my gratitude and love for them, even with this song it wasn't close to enough

"Thank you for all, thank you for all." My hands met my chest. "For giving me life in this beautiful world. Thank you for all, thank you for all." They fell upon my chest again. "And for the days we spent together! Thank you for all, thank you for all. You always gave me what I always needed and more. Thank you for all, thank you for all." I slowly raised my arms in front of me. "I'll sing for you forever! La la la la la." I slowed my dancing as the music slowed down and as the chimes sounded I bowed my head and brought my hands to my heart, then bowed as the final bells sounded. As I did so, the entire room exploded.

I kept my head bowed, not only to allow them to cheer, but to hide the fact that I was crying. I bit my lip and sniffled so I didn't totally lose it. I heard Len and the others clapping the loudest from offstage and they continued to do so for a long time. Finally, I had calmed down as did the cheers so I straightened up and stayed on stage, which confused a lot of people other than those who knew my plan. I took a breath before I spoke. "Um, thank you so much for coming, everyone! We're all so, so glad you love watching us! Almost as much as we love singing with and for you guys!"

They cheered a little bit and I wiped my sweaty hands on my legs as I prepared for my revelation. "Um, I, uh, have a few things to say." I could sense Mr. Takahata and my friends asking each other what was going on. They were probably asking stage crew too, but only those in charge of the music knew, however no one could access them to ask. "I, uh, won't be coming back for a while." Immediately people were murmuring in the audience and I pictured my old schoolmates watching this concert from their classrooms: I had told my father to have it broadcasted throughout the school so that all those who bullied me could hear what I've held back all of these years. They could understand my pain, but no matter what I didn't fully break down even though I was so close to doing so many times. I began to fiddle with my fingers like I normally do when I was nervous. I heard them shouting their questions regarding why and I took a breath before looking at the crowd of people. "I promised myself I would only partake in this career for only a year, and I've fulfilled that goal, so I won't be performing for you guy anymore, or writing songs." A bunch of complaints answered me and I bit my lip. "I just have a few other plans for my life, that's all! I'll still be with all of you guys!" That wasn't a total lie, but still.

"That song you just heard, it was actually the first time anyone has heard it. Even everyone from Vocaloid High. How'd you guys like it?" They immediately cheered which brought a smile to my face. I even turned my head to see my friends, particularly Miku and Len, jumping up and down, cheering, and clapping. I then turned my attention back to everyone else. "That song was called Kokoro, and, actually, I can relate to the robot entirely." I had grown somber and the crowd calmed down until it was practically silent.

I slowly began to walk around, directing my attention to the camera which was broadcasting the performance to the school. "Before I became a Vocaloid, I was a robot. . . And there really was one thing missing in me: a miracle, and that miracle was the capability to sing my heart out and not have to care about being bullied and judged or whatever." I could still picture my homeroom silently watching the broadcast, whether they were listening or not I didn't care, as long as the school could know what I had to say. "Until one day, when Miku had brought me to Vocaloid High where I first started out as a pianist, then slowly worked my way into becoming a Vocaloid. Wait, no, scratch that. Until I was made into a Vocaloid." That earned some giggles. "Seriously! I stepped inside a room, some lights went all crazy, and some more stuff happened, and 'boom'!"—I emphasized with my arms—"I was a Vocaloid. Always wondered how they were born." I shrugged. "Eh, now I know." I smiled at the audience laughed a little and I became serious again. "

"But seriously, I was that robot: created without knowing what to do with my empty life. Mr. Takahata was like that scientist who gave me life, Vocaloid High was like that scientist! There I was able to sing and learn more about how much potential I have inside of me. Honestly, finding that out surprised me completely. That school made me feel happiness and helped me know what it really feels like. Before becoming a Vocaloid, I only had Miku as a friend and after joining Vocaloid High I made so many friends that I will treasure always." I looked at them offstage, Miku had tears in her eyes as did I I was sure. "And all of those memories will live in my heart." I turned my head back to my fans and brought my hands to my chest. "And I can say now, real and sincere words. I dedicate that song to you, all of you who have helped me through my ups and downs. It means the world to me, honestly. I thank you all so much! Thank you!" I concluded my speech with a bow and everyone clapped for a while.

Finally, after they died down I became somber for the last time and moved a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Earlier I had told you guys that I only had Miku as a friend. It was like that ever since I was a little kid. My father had always hated music after what happened to my mother, Lily Utada." I lifted my eyes to look directly at the camera lens. "That was why I was bullied so much. No one understood my story. They just followed the leader and hated what I loved just because someone they all looked up to hated it. . .

"Mr. Takahata, my friends, and Vocaloid High in general helped me understand what my story is and they helped me draw that defining line around me. I ended up knowing who I was and why I was that way. They all challenged me when I thought that I couldn't go any farther. . . Well I was wrong. I learned that I was much stronger than I thought, despite all of those words that degraded me. . . Who here has been criticized for whatever reason?" I faintly saw a boat-load of hands go up. "Right, pretty much everyone. So why does everyone have to bully each other? We all have our own story that we should all read first before rating! I really think that should start today. Everyone!" I raised my voice to the ceiling. "If you've ever been criticized regarding what you love or who you are . . . do not let anyone shoot you down! Ever! Be strong because I know you all are! Stand tall! Because I know you can! I know that you can rise up from the ground like a skyscraper!" As soon as I had finished my last word, my head was still raised so I was looking up at the ceiling, and the lights faded to black causing the crowd to roar.

A white sheet, provided by the crew I had informed of regarding this here final number, dropped from the ceiling and onto me, there were slits I could slip through so that I became a white dress. Then the music began to play and the lights slowly turned on, putting me in a dim spotlight. I slowly lifted my head and began singing

"Skies are crying
I am watching
Catching teardrops in my hands
Only silence, as it's ending, like we never had a chance
Do you have to, make me feel like there's nothing left of me?

You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper
Like a skyscraper

As the smoke clears
I awaken, and untangle you from me
Would it make you, feel better to watch me while I bleed?
All my windows, still are broken
But I'm standing on my feet

Go run, run, run
I'm gonna stay right here
Watch you disappear, yeah
Go run, run, run
Yeah it's a long way down
But I am closer to the clouds up here

You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper, Ohhh woaah
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground

Like a skyscraper
Like a skyscraper

Like a skyscraper." (A/N I do not own Skyscraper)

As the music trailed away I bowed my head, the lights dimmed to black, and audience cheered and clapped. I bit my lip as tears fell. My throat hurt so much, but that's nearly as close to the pain my heart was feeling. Finally, I had said the words I had been too afraid to say. Finally, they know how they made me feel, and yet, I did not break; I only continued to fuel my passion for music.

Mami's POV

I sat at my desk, crying after watching the concert. The principle had made us watch the concert for some reason. I hated this so much, we all had to watch his bitch daughter's concert. His very bitch daughter who betrayed him and chased after her dream, crushing him inside even if he won't admit it. She was going to make the same mistake I had made: chasing after my dream any way and killing my father. I had even warned her and she didn't listen to me. And for that reason I hated her. We had all just finished watching her final two numbers, most of the class was crying, either silently, or in small groups. I'll admit we all regret bullying her for so long, but honestly why did she promise herself only one year to chase this career of hers? Oh well, who gives a fucking damn. Not me. With that, I proceeded to silently cry under my hand, from both rage, sorrow from past memories, and the tiniest bit of regret.

Rin's POV

I was still crying as they cheered, my hands on my thighs as I cried to the floor. Everyone was whistling and cheering and calling my name. Then, I gasped and raised my head to stare at the stadium with my wide, round, teary cerulean blue eyes as a progressively clear chant found its way through the jumble of calls: "Rin! Rin! Rin! Rin! Rin!" They were calling out 'good wishes' and 'farewells' to me. I stared at everyone as tears slipped then I clenched my eyes shut and bowed. "Thank you, everyone! I love you all so much! Goodbye!" I began to sob harder, but smile all the same, the lights went out, but the crowd continue to scream out their love to me.

Omg so many feels with this chapter ;~; Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please Review and I'll see you guys next time!

Btw AnimeNEXT is this weekend so I won't be publishing anything for a while as I still have yet to finish my Sora cosplay X{ The struggle is real, guys! The struggle is real!