The First Movie

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I have always been considered a prodigy—a prodigy in dancing, a prodigy in singing, a prodigy in acting. But then I saw him—a true prodigy.

I stepped into the audition room, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The room was bustling like the organized chaos of the largest cities, with aspiring actors milling about, scripts clutched in nervous hands. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. This was it—the chance to play Misty in the live-action adaptation of "Mewtwo Strikes Back."

"Frill Shiranui?" A voice called out, pulling me from my thoughts. I nodded and stepped forward, feeling the weight of the moment settle on my shoulders. The casting directors sat behind a long table, their expressions inscrutable.

"Go ahead, whenever you're ready," one of them prompted.

I cleared my throat and began. "Ash, you can't just rush into things without thinking! You have to be more careful, especially with Pokémon like Mewtwo around."

I could feel the intensity building inside me, channeling Misty's fiery spirit. "We're a team, and that means we have to look out for each other, no matter what!"

When I finished, the room was silent, the directors exchanging glances.

"Thank you, Frill," one of them said, a hint of a smile on his lips. "We'll be in touch."

I walked out, my heart still racing. As I stepped into the hallway, I saw him—Aqua Hoshino, I believe. He was in the middle of his audition, and I couldn't help but watch. His performance was nothing short of mesmerizing.

"How can we give up now?" Aqua's voice rang out, filled with determination. "We've come too far to let Mewtwo win. We have to fight, for our friends and for all Pokémon!"

Every line, every movement was filled with such intensity and emotion that I felt chills run down my spine. Jealousy bubbled up inside me. How could someone so young be so good?

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I have always been perfect, unchanging, and never needed any advice—that was until the director shouted at me.

Accepted into the cast, I plunged into a world of rigorous training and rehearsals. Every day was a new challenge, from perfecting my lines to mastering the physical demands of the role. Aqua was always there, his presence both reassuring and infuriatingly perfect.

"Keep your stance firm," Aqua advised one day, adjusting my posture. "You need to show Misty's determination."

I nodded, focusing on his words but feeling a pang of jealousy. How did he make it look so easy?

During one particularly tough training session, I struggled with a complex sequence of lines and movements. The director's voice was sharp. "Frill, you need to project more! Misty wouldn't be this quiet or hesitant."

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment, the pressure weighing heavily on my young shoulders. After the session, Aqua approached me, his expression kind.

"Don't let it get to you," he said softly. "Try imagining you're really there, with your friends, Pokémon in this case, in danger. Let that emotion drive your performance."

I took his advice to heart, focusing on the passion and urgency Misty would feel. It made a world of difference in my next attempt.

We filmed scene after scene, each one more demanding than the last. One day, we filmed the scene where Ash turns to stone. I stood in position, watching Aqua prepare himself. His eyes were wide, filled with a mix of fear and determination.

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