For the interview portion of the pageant, the judge repeats, the very saint of patience, your question is, What song would you dance to at your wedding? You may take a moment to consid
My wedding?! she splutters. What the f "
Liliths glare could stop a charging rhino at twenty paces; from across the theater, it at least manages to halt Anis impending verbal train wreck. Her mouth snaps shut like a coin purse, thoughts rattling around like cold cash. Wedding. Wedding. If I got married fat chance there no, just think god, this blows, I look like a tool, there's a fucking metal bird in my hair, Im not even half as pretty as the other bimbos and thats after five hours of professional help, whats the point stop. Just stop. You know why youre in this. But what kind of question is this? Wouldnt it depend on yeah
Itd depend on who Im m-marrying. Ani stumbles on the word, and adds with a slight nervous grin, And if thats part of the pageant, I was definitely not informed.
A faint laugh ripples through the audience, chipping a flake off the butterflies in her stomach. She tries not to think about how sweaty her palms are; beauty queens dont sweat, they glow, or some shit like that. The same judge says serenely, No, you will not be auctioned off if you lose. And you have a valid point; pretend, then, that you are marrying your sweetheart.
Ani jingles awkwardly and barely restrains the urge to scuff at the ground. Uh.
Alright, take note, gentlemen, shes on the market. For now imagine youre marrying the person youd like to be your sweetheart. Quickly, please, weve other contestants to get through.
And she practically bites through her lip. She cant even look Ginger in the eye, for gods sake; shes not about to admit feelings for him in front of hundreds of strangers. Well, I know one answer
but no, thats obvious. Thats dumb. Aaaargh. Go for something generic, then, her mind yammers at her, something easy what about Sakura? Everyone likes Sakura and its sappy enough. She opens her mouth.
Sa " And then her voice catches. Before she realizes what shes saying, the words are out. Sado Okase.
The judges eyebrows uniformly shoot up, though most rein their surprise back in almost as soon as it shows. The conversational judge speaks after a pause. Sado Okase?
Embarrassed, all Ani can do is nod.
A song about separated lovers? Who cant see one another? For your wedding? another asks bluntly.
Ohhhh, shes screwed it up now, she knows. They dont like her answer, and shes fidgeting and red-faced, and its all she can do to stammer, Y-yeah. Swallowing, she forces herself to continue. Its, um, its it fits.
They are not impressed.
Because they made it work once, the the people in the song, oh shit, shes babbling, and she cant stop, theres gotta be a way to save this - and if it worked once it can work again, cant it? S-sure theyre, well, I mean, ones on the shore, ones on Sado island, so maybe the seas between them now, but
well. I dunno. I guess theyll find each other again.
Game over. The judges exchange looks for a long moment, then one nods to Ani. "Please begin your performance when youre ready.
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EDIT: Oops. Haha. As the fiendishly clever =mippins pointed out, I rather ironically gave Ani two left feet. Fixed now!
Also, detail shots here: [link] For the morbidly curious.