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[ today, again, she's gotten a letter in the mail about her audition from the previous weekend.
it's no good.
we loved your audition, megurine-san, however we believe that you still have much to learn.
please take this experience and continue to move forward. we hope to see you again,
sincerely crypton future media
the contents of the letter are just that. it's a simple rejection. her audition hasn't been good enough the past four -- now five -- times and she wonders when she'll actually get somewhere.
luka's made her way to the park nearby her house, sitting on a swing and absentmindedly pushing herself against the sand beneath her. she's already done her crying back at home, so now it's just a moment of calming herself down and wondering what to do. she's already giving singing her all -- she's getting lessons, and she's practicing, and she's doing her research on what good singers should do and she doesn't understand why none of those things add up to her enrollment to the company.
she sighs heavily, picks some sand away from her feet and swings there sullenly. ] | |
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[ it's like she's in a dream.
in fact, she's pretty sure it's a dream.
standing in front of her is someone that looks like her -- only an inch or two taller, her hair grown out, curves filled out and generally more mature than her.
she doesn't really know if it's her or not, though. ] | |
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