~ Life With Vocaloids ~ Reader Instert ~

  Bright sunshine bathed my messy room, burning through each and every shadow that littered the clutter. My eyes snapped open within an instant, and I threw my covers down onto the floor. Today was the day! As quick as a flash, I tore open my closet and slipped into my everyday wear: a rainbow-splattered t-shirt and torn denim shorts, topped off with mismatching red and blue shoes. I slid to my mirror and studied my form. I tapped my chin, lips puffed out in thought. I snapped my fingers and smiled.
  "I know what I need!"
  Immediately, I dove into my closet once more—this time, emerging with a dark-blue fedora. I checked my mirror.
  "Ah! That's so much better," I said, grinning from ear-to-ear. Today was the day I'd acquire my dream. Grabbing my red, zebra-striped handbag, I sprung out the door of my apartment and down the stairs; whooping happily as I did.

♪

  I could hardly stay still the entire bus ride to the studio. For the first time ever, a non-computer program would be accepted as a part-time Vocaloid; and the winner of the contest would go on tour with Hatsune Miku, and Kagamine Len and Rin. Everyone I met always said that I "had the voice of an angel." So why not put it to the ultimate test now?
  "Do you know how stoked I am over winning this contest?" I asked the random civilian beside me. He flipped the dangling bangs out of his face with his hand and glared at me with blazing-red eyes*. I smiled, but turned to the other person beside me. This guy obviously didn't want to be disturbed...
  "Hey," I said, poking the girl's shoulder. "Do you know who Hatsune Miku is?"
  The girl looked up from her book, a blank look on her face—as if she'd just reentered this world from another, far-off land**. She turned to me, blinking her baby-blue eyes.
  "I'm sorry...what was that?"
  "Miku," I repeated, "do you know who she is?"
  The girl blinked again and turned he face down towards her book. She tapped her gnarled fingertips on the spine, drumming a familiar Black Veil Brides tune. She glanced back up and smiled faintly.
  "Yeah, I know who she is."
  I giggled and clapped my hands. "Really?!" I squealed, "I'm going to audition for Vocaloid today. You may see me on the next Vocaloid box cover!"
  The girl shut her book and stared at me, dumbfounded. "No way. Seriously?"
  I nodded curtly, just as the bus screeched to a halt. I waved goodbye to the girl. She waved back.
  "I hope you win the contest," she said, playing with a strand of curly, blonde hair. I smiled at her before jumping onto the sidewalk. I turned to face the bus, hoping to catch a final glance at the girl. She was kind. Kinder than most people I met these days. Shading my eyes from the noon-time sun, I saw the red-eyed boy scoot closer to the girl; saw them kiss. The sweet girl I'd just conversed with was in love with the boy who cared not for me. I narrowed my eyes. Huh... Maybe opposites DO attract, I thought as I turned and bounded down the street.

♪

  After a few minutes of running, I finally made it to the studio. My legs were shaking so hard, I could barely stand. This was my moment, my one chance to shine! Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the front doors and stepped inside.

♪

  When I walked inside, I was back-handed in the face with what I never expected. Not many people were there in the lobby. Two, three at the most. Why wasn't the whole city lined up to meet Miku, Len, and Rin? I shook my apprehensions away and strode to the directory desk.
  "Excuse me," I asked the lady, "but where's the Vocaloid audition being held?"
  The lady glared up at me, her hazel eyes burning with annoyance. With a long, claw-like fingernail, she pointed to a flight of stairs.
  "Up there, third door on the left."
  I bowed my thanks and smiled. "Arigato!"
  "Yeah, yeah... I don't see why you kids are here. No one special is up there," she muttered as I ran off. I couldn't hear her. I didn't want to hear.

♪

  Up in the room, I wrote my name down on the list.

_____ _____. That's me.

  I then sat down beside a blonde girl, a brunette young adult***, and a grey-haired teen****. The girl texted away on her cell, so I turned to the boys and grinned.
  "Hi, I'm _____. Are you two auditioning too?"
  The brunette returned my kind smile. His entire presence seemed to set my mind at ease, like he himself was a token of good fortune. I liked him from the start.
  "Actually, I'm not. Our friend is, and we're just here rooting for him."
  The other boy huffed, puffing his long bangs up into the air. He crossed his arms over his distinctly large belly*****. "Yeah. Rooting for a guy who can't actually sing. Good call."
  The first boy gently nudged his companion, chuckling to himself. "Mood swings again?"
  "I have my moments."
  I giggled at their display. They looked like a real married couple to me. It was kinda funny.
 
  A black-haired man stepped out of the recording room. "_____ _____?" he asked clearly.

  I bolted to my feet. "Me!" I yelped. I waved goodbye to the two boys—the brunette returned the gesture, whereas the greynette just moped—and followed the man into the room.
  This was it. My last chance for fame. I couldn't blow it.

  Not again.

♪

  "Okay, Ms. _____. What will you be singing for us today?" the black-haired man smiled. He sat beside a bluenette boy wearing a large coat and bright-blue scarf. I'd never seen him before. He looked lovely. I cleared my throat and spoke into the microphone.
  "A snippet of Makes Me I'll by Razorback, sir."
  The man nodded and tapped his pen on the table. "Well, go on."
  I gulped and bowed. This is it. No turning back now. I took a breath and sang softly, like an angel.

"And it makes me ill,
When I see her passing.

Does she remember my name?

And it makes me ill,
To know she's with him.

I'll never know her again...
And it makes me ill."

  I peeked open my eyes and grinned. Did I do good? Did I make it?
  "I'm sorry, Ms. _____..."

  No...

  "Wait." I blinked away the tears that began to form and glanced up. The blue-haired boy was on his feet. He was tall. Taller than me. But he was only a year or two older. "I liked it."
  Pride swelled inside my chest. Was he saying what I thought he was saying? Did he say I was good?
  "So... Am I in?" I asked. The man and the boy exchanged glances. Then the man spoke up.
  "Well, Kaito never openly stated that he enjoyed any of the other contestants. You're the first he commented on..."
  Yes...!
  "So... I guess you're the winner," the boy cut in, a large grin on his face. "Ms. _____ _____."
  My mind raced a million miles to one.
  I was in.
  I won.
  I succeeded.

  I'm a Vocaloid.

END PART 1
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*: That's Shade Shikei. My OC. Who else?
**: And that's the real me. Yes. I'm a scatterbrain. Yes. My fingers are gnarled. Yes. I read books on the bus. Got any more criticisms for me? And yes I kissed him. But it was a motherly kiss
***: Thats Crack Grant, another OC I decided to put in here.
****: Ash Vulcan( or Vulk, for short) yet another OC. He has a romantic relationship with Crack. Very romantic.
*****: In my current plot line, Ash is pregnant. Yes, he's a dude. Do I care? NO. The story will be explained soon enough.