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Even if the judge didn't appear particularly impressed by her performance, a small crowd had gathered and cheered at the end of Autumn's number. Cheering loudly, they tossed a flower that looked suspiciously similar to those from a certain booth handing out leis. They whooped, they stomped, they whistled and hollered! All in support of a very good friend!

"You're amazing!"

"Encore!"

"Why isn't she signed already?"

"Don't give up! You're gonna make it one day!"

The fans all looked mysteriously the same, each face shining with sincere praise. One in particular gave Autumn a wink from in the midst of all the clones before they were off to go smack Xavier away from more of that damn mustard.

Aandes stared at the young diva in front of him. He could have sighed, he could have laughed. Instead, he straightened his spine and leveled his gaze. Aandes pushed his sunglasses onto the bandana he wore around his forehead to look her straight in the eyes.

“Here’s a lesson for you – no favors required. Entitlement on Alternia is a poison, and pretending one is owed something when one has done nothing but flounder and pout doesn’t speak well for one’s character. As a producer, I don’t just have my eye on the talent on the stage. How should I say this… Every interaction is an audition. So – for instance – one would need to move me with some hard work and a solid core. If natural talent comes at the price of high maintenance, it’s not worth paying.”

Aandes got up from his chair, picked up his notes and drink, and flipped his sunglasses down over his eyes. “So, I hate to decline, but my schedule is booked and I’ve already made plans. Ta-ta.”

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Ⅱ Autumn Vikare

Arte Poppe
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The following night, Autumn could not get the tealblood's words out of her thinkpan. Entitlement. High maintenance. Natural talent. First his words had wounded her, but now they were almost enough to make her laugh. What natural talent? She had been hatched in the swamp, for god's sake, away from any kind of culture or art. Everything she was she had earned through hard work, by immersing herself in a world that was not her own. Yet clearly even that meant nothing, if the judges' reactions were any indication.

Then there was his not-so-subtle implication of her being entitled and high maintenance. While the latter might have been true, she had been ready to put aside all comforts, for the sake of learning something in order to improve herself. She did not begrudge the greenblood for his refusal of her offer. She could not expect any troll to take on that responsibility. She did however begrudge him for his elitist attitude, and attempting to reduce her to stereotype. If he had actually bothered to listen to a word she said, he might have taught her something instead of looking like foolish p***k.

The second verse started. In front of the microphone, braced to sing, Autumn took a breath. Her eyes caught sight of Sascha behind the judge's table, taking note of her every move. Beneath the patient facade, he looked as about disinterested as she felt. At least that made two of them. Every night had been the same thing: Autumn gave it her all, but failed to impress. Whatever the judges were looking for, she did not have. At this point she was wasting not only their time, but her own.

Autumn closed her mouth. The instrumental continued on without her. Clearing her throat, she leaned in towards the microphone. “I'm sorry, but I'm withdrawing,” she said abruptly. “You can go ahead and remove me from the list of applicants. Thanks!” As she pulled away, the speakers screamed with feedback.

Of three things Autumn was sure. One: She was not a poor performer. Two: The Starlight Talent Agency was not the end all be all. And three: She had friends in high places.

Jogging to the edge of the stage, Autumn glanced over her shoulder at Sascha. “Have a nice night!” she called, her voice nearly drowned out by the music. Then, turning away, she hopped down to where Nucleo and his clones waited. She went to them, smiling.

“Thanks for coming to cheer me on,” she said. “I'll never forget it.”

STYLE: Arte pop

She hadn't intended to come back, though her voice and throat was doing a lot better this time, she was also on a mission. She wanted to see if that other troll, the big one that came after Sascha last time, was going to be there and if she could tempt him into singing with her. How many of these trolls were actually singers? Did they have any talent? Actually now that she thought of it, would she be able to persuade Sascha into getting up on stage some time? Nah, he might try taking over her entire performance.


The booth itself was unusually quiet that night, so Akkira found it pretty easy to get over to the judging table. She put on a vibrant smile. "So hey, you know and I know that i'm probably the best singer here, so lets skip the rating and why don't you just come and sing with me?" She leaned forward, resting her hands on the desk. "it'd be a lot more fun that way!"

Poe came back to the booth, ready to sing again. The judge this time was Fellah, and he was really eager to meet him. He sang a folksy tune, forgoing the use of the karaoke machine to sing it ~acoustically~. He didn't need to look at the lyrics of a song to know them! His voice alone would be fine, wouldn't it?

Fellah gave him a thumbs up, and Poeias flapped his hands in excitement. "Thank you sir I'm a big fan! Of you, and your singing, and all sorts of things." He was glad he could see well enough to actually recieve that sort of praise now. Plus, he called him bucko! A friendly, affectionate term of endearment.

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