Song of Dreams(Vocaloid fanfiction)

Chapter 6

Author's Note

Hey! Sorry for the long wait between updates. I've had really bad writer's block....and I'm not even sure what I'm going to put in this chapter....If this one isn't as good as others, I'm sorry. Right now I'm sick and my brain isn't working properly. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

        Myra joined IA in the recording studio with Kokone and Rin. IA finished hooking up the last microphone and came over to them. "Hey guys! Where are the others?" she asked. "They're still eating," Rin informed her. IA nodded. "Wel, why don't we get started? We can brainstorm song ideas."

 Everybody nodded. "That seems like a good idea," Myra said. Everybody sat down on the floor. "So, is there a theme for the festival, or do we just come up with anything?" Kokone asked. "I don't think there is a theme," IA said. Myra tried to come up with something. "I've got it!" Rin said, jumping up. "What Rin?" They all shouted excitedly. "Some kind of tragic ballad! People love those things!" IA shook her head. "I don't know...Those are kind of overdone. We'd want something new and refreshing for the newest Vocaloid for her to be acknowledged." Rin seemed to consider this and sat back down. "Okay. Different idea then."

        After a few more minutes of brainstorming, the others had finished breakfast. "Oh! You're here! Do you have any song ideas?" Rin asked as soon as they entered the room. Luka stepped back. "Uh...No..." Rin sat back down, discouraged. "How about we try making the music first, then adding lyrics?" Miku suggested. Everybody agreed and they went to work.

        They worked on their song for hours, well into the evening. Myra got up. "Is anybody else starving?" She asked. Everybody else nodded. Miku jumped up.

I'll go get us some food," she volunteered. "Actually, Miku," Luka said, "How about we call it quits for tonight. We've all worked hard today. We can do more tomorow."

        Myra sat on her bed, brushing her short magenta and blue hair. She crossed the room to her window, still trying to think up something for her song. Maybe she would take a walk tomorrow and find some inspiration there. Avanna had told her of a nice lake nearby that they often went to. Myra decided to see who would go with her tomorrow. Feeling satisfied that she would soon have a great song, Myra went to bed.