Live 2.5
JayF
The Idol Producer
I Wanna Be An Idol!!!
Live 2.5
A/N It is kind of sad that my crackish stories are so much more well received than my serious ones.
....Well enough of the pity party. Time to go balls to the wall!!
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Taylor Hebert stared at the strange pudgy man in a rather well tailored suit who's giving her the most creepy smile this side of a death mask. The peculiar nature of the encounter short circuited her brain so much all the build up threatening to overwhelm her well trained emotional defenses and have her crying in public evaporated like a puddle under the midday sun. The lankly teen gripped onto her notebook, her pale face growing paler at the sight of this weirdo, forming a bright contrast to the bright red scarf she's wearing to ward off the early January cold. Taylor decided she should do the rational thing and puffed her cheeks before screaming.
"Someone call the police!"
The good thing about studying in a gang training academy were that there's police around all the time. Sometimes, they were there to ID the bodies or to take non-statements from surly gang members. But sometimes they did their jobs as two burly patrolmen pushed through the crowd and tackled the stalker onto the ground.
"Miss! I'm serious. You've got so much hidden potential in you. Let me unwrap Oww!"
"All right buddy. Stop making it easier for the judge to convict you by creeping on teenagers in front of us." The policeman snarled as he waved his baton menacingly. "We've got a nice, crowded cell full of your new friends who'd love to unwrap your talent."
"Hey Joe." The other police currently handling their favorite brand of criminal to rough up narrowed his eyes at their quarry. "Isn't this guy the same stalker that Arcadia High's been bugging us about?"
"Huh." Joe looked at the perp currently in their hands. "Looks like a job well done then. C'mon buddy. Up you go."
Taylor watch bemusedly as the stalker was hauled off by the police, as she felt her head hurt over the sight of the police actually doing their jobs in Winslow. Even Emma looked like she felt genuine pity as she alternated her gaze between the departing cops and herself.
"Y'know something Tay? I'm not surprised it takes a complete creep like that guy to approach you over me. " A cruel smirk reappeared on the lightly made up face of her former bestie. "Guess you're not completely repulsive to others huh?"
Taylor felt the familiar and unwelcome stab of pain as betrayal once again plunged a knife into her callused heart. Taylor spun on her heels, ignoring the ensuing chorus of jeers and teenage taunts while she clutched onto her notebook while making a beeline to the bus stop. At least Emma and her goons didn't rip apart her cape drawings and stories again. As the bus for once kept to the scheduled time, Taylor paid her fare before slinking into her seat at the very back of the bus.
Just ignore them. Hide away in the dark corners until they go away, Taylor. Don't let them hurt you. Seal off your emotions and hurt. They'll get bored.
The lanky teen shuddered as she suppressed her surging emotions. Gingerly, she cracked open the notebook that hid within it the world where she wasn't despised universally, with only a few oasis of helpless pity in between. It was also a reminder of a time when she'd spend hours with Emma, dreaming of the great feats they'd perform when they're heroes of justice, making the world a better place.
"What the...."
What happened to her notes? Her drawings? The costumes have all changed, leather, spandex and steel replaced with satin, silk and fluff. Grim determination swapped with cheerful exuberance meant to ignite the feelings of a crowd of thousands upon thousands. Taylor rubbed her eyes as she snapped the book shut, took a moment to compose herself before she cracked open the tome once again.
Once again, the unfamiliar drawings greeted her. Detailed notes of powers and movement in combat replaced by instructions on dance move, cues on switching vocals and covering for the mistakes for the centre by switching moves on the fly. Taylor caught herself humming along to the tune of someone's pop music that was being played too loud over too poor quality speakers on the phone by someone lacking in basic manners. The teen snapped the book shut with a thud, laying her head against the seat as she tried to stop herself from humming along. The choppiness of the tune due to the faulty speakers annoyed her, even as she mentally played over the possible dance steps to go with the flow. Taylor raised the notebook over her face, quirking an eyebrow as a white card fell out of it and landed softly like a feather on the filthy floor.
"Producer Glenn Chambers. Pro Talents Agency?" Taylor muttered to herself as she idly looked over the black letters in Gothic cursive over a cream background. Her lips quirked into a smirk as she looked at the cellphone number listed below the name and other contact details.
Taylor left the card on the bus floor as she left the bus, not noticing it crumble into dust as she left the vehicle.
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"What are you doing here? How did you escape from the police?"
Taylor state coldly as she glared at the suited cape whom she suspected had desecrated her notebook even as he stood in front of her gate, head bowed and his name card held out towards her with both hands.
"Glenn Chambers at your service.Miss. May I have the honour of knowing your name?"
Taylor snorted at the deference shown to her, even as a part of her felt flustered at the sight of an adult showing this much humility directed at her. The teen stood unmoving in front of him, hands pulling on her scarf before she shook her head at the sheer pigheadness and walked past him towards her home. But before she went past him, Taylor paused and decided the man should at least have her name for his troubles.
"Taylor Hebert. Now go away before the police find you."
"There was a big star by your name, you know." Taylor paused as she was four steps from the strange cape, her head turning back to the suited figure.
"She was on another Earth, not Aleph but some other world nonetheless. But the one my Vision told me about was a tragic one. She died even as she blossomed. Tragic but beautiful her passing was. An artist and a searing sun who sang her swan song before an audience of hundred thousands and watched by hundred of millions more."
Taylor turned around to face the Producer, her curiosity piqued.
"And you're saying I have the potential to be like her?" A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "Will I die like her too?"
"Never! As long as I draw breath I will not allow one star under my care to come to harm!"
Taylor wanted to doubt the raving lunatic, but she felt a song on her lips and a tune in her ears as she looked at the burning determination within the eyes of the man...no in the eyes of Producer.
"Miss Hebert. Please I beg of you, let me see your smile!"
The young teen remembered the words and jeers wielded as knives plunged into her when she dared to crack a smile at her former friend, the sneers that seared into her memories.
But maybe, just this once....
"Beautiful. Please let me share this with the world!"
Taylor had seen herself smile once before. Crooked to one side, lips so thin as to resemble worms and mussed up hair do not a star in the making look. But the sincerity on display and Producer had rejected Emma's polished poise and grace for her teenage unease and awkwardness. The young Hebert looked at the card still being held out before her, the cursive black letters calling to her.
A pale, thin hand reached out gingerly towards the extended card and Taylor saw the words glow and she was engulfed in light and a song burst from her heart.
<< Idolise!!>>
Live 2.5
A/N It is kind of sad that my crackish stories are so much more well received than my serious ones.
....Well enough of the pity party. Time to go balls to the wall!!
////////x///////////
Taylor Hebert stared at the strange pudgy man in a rather well tailored suit who's giving her the most creepy smile this side of a death mask. The peculiar nature of the encounter short circuited her brain so much all the build up threatening to overwhelm her well trained emotional defenses and have her crying in public evaporated like a puddle under the midday sun. The lankly teen gripped onto her notebook, her pale face growing paler at the sight of this weirdo, forming a bright contrast to the bright red scarf she's wearing to ward off the early January cold. Taylor decided she should do the rational thing and puffed her cheeks before screaming.
"Someone call the police!"
The good thing about studying in a gang training academy were that there's police around all the time. Sometimes, they were there to ID the bodies or to take non-statements from surly gang members. But sometimes they did their jobs as two burly patrolmen pushed through the crowd and tackled the stalker onto the ground.
"Miss! I'm serious. You've got so much hidden potential in you. Let me unwrap Oww!"
"All right buddy. Stop making it easier for the judge to convict you by creeping on teenagers in front of us." The policeman snarled as he waved his baton menacingly. "We've got a nice, crowded cell full of your new friends who'd love to unwrap your talent."
"Hey Joe." The other police currently handling their favorite brand of criminal to rough up narrowed his eyes at their quarry. "Isn't this guy the same stalker that Arcadia High's been bugging us about?"
"Huh." Joe looked at the perp currently in their hands. "Looks like a job well done then. C'mon buddy. Up you go."
Taylor watch bemusedly as the stalker was hauled off by the police, as she felt her head hurt over the sight of the police actually doing their jobs in Winslow. Even Emma looked like she felt genuine pity as she alternated her gaze between the departing cops and herself.
"Y'know something Tay? I'm not surprised it takes a complete creep like that guy to approach you over me. " A cruel smirk reappeared on the lightly made up face of her former bestie. "Guess you're not completely repulsive to others huh?"
Taylor felt the familiar and unwelcome stab of pain as betrayal once again plunged a knife into her callused heart. Taylor spun on her heels, ignoring the ensuing chorus of jeers and teenage taunts while she clutched onto her notebook while making a beeline to the bus stop. At least Emma and her goons didn't rip apart her cape drawings and stories again. As the bus for once kept to the scheduled time, Taylor paid her fare before slinking into her seat at the very back of the bus.
Just ignore them. Hide away in the dark corners until they go away, Taylor. Don't let them hurt you. Seal off your emotions and hurt. They'll get bored.
The lanky teen shuddered as she suppressed her surging emotions. Gingerly, she cracked open the notebook that hid within it the world where she wasn't despised universally, with only a few oasis of helpless pity in between. It was also a reminder of a time when she'd spend hours with Emma, dreaming of the great feats they'd perform when they're heroes of justice, making the world a better place.
"What the...."
What happened to her notes? Her drawings? The costumes have all changed, leather, spandex and steel replaced with satin, silk and fluff. Grim determination swapped with cheerful exuberance meant to ignite the feelings of a crowd of thousands upon thousands. Taylor rubbed her eyes as she snapped the book shut, took a moment to compose herself before she cracked open the tome once again.
Once again, the unfamiliar drawings greeted her. Detailed notes of powers and movement in combat replaced by instructions on dance move, cues on switching vocals and covering for the mistakes for the centre by switching moves on the fly. Taylor caught herself humming along to the tune of someone's pop music that was being played too loud over too poor quality speakers on the phone by someone lacking in basic manners. The teen snapped the book shut with a thud, laying her head against the seat as she tried to stop herself from humming along. The choppiness of the tune due to the faulty speakers annoyed her, even as she mentally played over the possible dance steps to go with the flow. Taylor raised the notebook over her face, quirking an eyebrow as a white card fell out of it and landed softly like a feather on the filthy floor.
"Producer Glenn Chambers. Pro Talents Agency?" Taylor muttered to herself as she idly looked over the black letters in Gothic cursive over a cream background. Her lips quirked into a smirk as she looked at the cellphone number listed below the name and other contact details.
Taylor left the card on the bus floor as she left the bus, not noticing it crumble into dust as she left the vehicle.
////////////////////x///////////////////////////////
"What are you doing here? How did you escape from the police?"
Taylor state coldly as she glared at the suited cape whom she suspected had desecrated her notebook even as he stood in front of her gate, head bowed and his name card held out towards her with both hands.
"Glenn Chambers at your service.Miss. May I have the honour of knowing your name?"
Taylor snorted at the deference shown to her, even as a part of her felt flustered at the sight of an adult showing this much humility directed at her. The teen stood unmoving in front of him, hands pulling on her scarf before she shook her head at the sheer pigheadness and walked past him towards her home. But before she went past him, Taylor paused and decided the man should at least have her name for his troubles.
"Taylor Hebert. Now go away before the police find you."
"There was a big star by your name, you know." Taylor paused as she was four steps from the strange cape, her head turning back to the suited figure.
"She was on another Earth, not Aleph but some other world nonetheless. But the one my Vision told me about was a tragic one. She died even as she blossomed. Tragic but beautiful her passing was. An artist and a searing sun who sang her swan song before an audience of hundred thousands and watched by hundred of millions more."
Taylor turned around to face the Producer, her curiosity piqued.
"And you're saying I have the potential to be like her?" A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "Will I die like her too?"
"Never! As long as I draw breath I will not allow one star under my care to come to harm!"
Taylor wanted to doubt the raving lunatic, but she felt a song on her lips and a tune in her ears as she looked at the burning determination within the eyes of the man...no in the eyes of Producer.
"Miss Hebert. Please I beg of you, let me see your smile!"
The young teen remembered the words and jeers wielded as knives plunged into her when she dared to crack a smile at her former friend, the sneers that seared into her memories.
But maybe, just this once....
"Beautiful. Please let me share this with the world!"
Taylor had seen herself smile once before. Crooked to one side, lips so thin as to resemble worms and mussed up hair do not a star in the making look. But the sincerity on display and Producer had rejected Emma's polished poise and grace for her teenage unease and awkwardness. The young Hebert looked at the card still being held out before her, the cursive black letters calling to her.
A pale, thin hand reached out gingerly towards the extended card and Taylor saw the words glow and she was engulfed in light and a song burst from her heart.
<< Idolise!!>>
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