Warning : Cringe , Grammars.
My name is (Y/N) (L/N) or who likes to be called Aori. I'm a content creator who likes to sing, dance, and play video games. I usually do singing covers, singing collaborations, dance practices, dance tutorials, gameplays, and reaction videos. I have over one million subscribers on my channel. But there's one thing that nobody knows.
I love to write.
Since I was little, I like to imagine some amazing and crazy stuff. My imagination is all over the place. Since then, I began to write some stories and songs. My literary is on point. But I never showed it to anybody though.
One day, I found out about T-Pop, short for Teyvat Popular Music, is a genre of music originating in Teyvat. Since then, I began to take a liking to it. I even begged my parents to take me to singing and dancing lessons.
In middle school, I always participate on Talent Shows or Story Writing Contests. I got a lot of awards. And I have represented my school to international. Before I graduate middle school, I create my very first channel. Aori. Which means "Blue" and "Crystal" in Japanese.
Slowly, my channel started to grow.
After I graduate middle school, I focused on my channel more and I started to make my own money. Still in love with T-Pop, I started to collect some merchandise from different artists and group bands. My all time favorite group band is L/yue. Their songs are all my favorites. And Teyvats sweetheart, Lumine. She's my Idol!
Last month, my channel hit one million subscribers. And I'm planning to give a surprise for my subscribers.
Wanna hear it? Well, I'm planning on making my own song. My first ever song written by myself. I want it to be fantastic. I have talked to my parents about this and they fully supported me. It will take a lot of time but in the end, it'll be worth it.
I've spent almost a week writing the song. And a week of recording. Today, the song titled, "Build a B*tch" by Aori is going to be released.
"Okay. Upload it now." I said to the editor. He clicked the "Upload" button and the video is now loading. I was feeling very nervous that the viewers would not like this song. After a minute, I asked the editor, "Is it done?" He nods and I sigh in relief. I thanked him and give his payment.
"You did great, I will definitely watch your music video when I got home."
"Thank you. I also want to thank you for helping me with this music video."
"It was my pleasure. If you want to make another music video, you can count on me." He walks out of my apartment. I gave him my best smile and nods, "I will."
After he left, I closed the door and ran to my computer. "One million views in ten minutes?!" I scream in shock. I checked Twitter and saw a lot of comments about my new music video. "Well, that was fast."
I turn off my phone and walk to my bedroom. It has been an exhausting week, I want to sleep. I changed into a more relaxing clothes and lay down on my bed. "A little sleep can't hurt," I mumbled. I slowly close my eyes and began to drift into a deep slumber.
. . .
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.
I flattered my eyes open, slowly. I sat up and checked the time. It's 9 PM. I slept for a long time.
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.
My phone vibrated. It's a phone call from an unknown number. I clicked the green button and put it on speaker.
"Hello?" I spoke.
"Good evening," A male voice can be heard. "You are Miss Aori, correct?" He asked. I hesitated at first but decided to answer him. "Correct. Do you need something from me, sir?"
"I do have a request."
"What is it?" I asked with a little interest in my voice.
"Your newly uploaded music video hits 100 million views today. We all see the talent in you. The T-Pop agency wanted me to recruit you. So my request is for you to join TIS. What do you say, Aori?"
Holy fuck, WHAT.
"Excuse me. What did you say?" I asked in disbelief, I must have misheard that. "Do you want to go to TIS? Teyvat Idol School? The T-Pop agency wants to recruit you, Miss Aori." He answered. My heart beats faster. There's no way.
"I-is this some kind of joke? If it is, it isn't funny, sir."
"I am not joking."
I sat on my bed, can't move. I shuddered in glee. This is not a dream, I didn't misheard that. I didn't dare to speak, afraid that I will cry. It was silent, but I can feel my heart beating so fast. "So, do you accept my request?" The unknown man spoke.
"You will be receiving a letter from us directly, then you can decide if you want to accept or not."
"O-okay... thank you." I hung up the call.
Is this a dream come true?
Should I accept?
