Disclaimer: I do not own Codename: Kids Next Door, or the song 'I Want To Spend My Lifetime Loving You.'
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PART 1, PROLOGUE: Girl with a Golden Voice
The girl tentatively strode up to the microphone at the center stage, bright lights waxing and waning around her, worthy of the heavenly canvas. She herself was stunning; wavy raven tresses cascading over her slim shoulders and backside, wearing a moss-green sparkling dress that barely grazed her feet, and almond-shaped deep violet eyes. Her smile was easy and flawless, her best asset, which was also the ideal cover up for her nervousness. Her heart was beating rapidly against her chest, and, unbeknownst to the spectators, she was shaking.
A sheer silence swept over the inhabitants of the small building, and only the tottering of her heels was heard as she finally reached her place.
She lifted her head ever so delicately, her chin raised confidently but not proudly. At that instant, as if choreographed, the soft murmurs of the piano sounded. Her mouth parted slightly, and with a twinkle of her vivid eyes, spoke the melodic words.
"Moon so bright, night so fine
Keep your heart here with mine
Life's a dream we are dreaming
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
Race the moon, catch the wind
Ride the night to the end
Seize the day, stand up for the light
If that is all in life I ever do…"
Her voice resonated throughout the room, silken and pure, entrancing her viewers. Remnants of conversations ceased and all halted their doings. They sat still and unmoving as they listened with utmost concentration, as if loathing to miss even one second of this girl's spell.
"Heroes rise, heroes fall
Rise again, win it all
In your heart, can't you feel the glory
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
Through our joy, through our pain
We can move worlds again
Take my hand, dance with me
If that is all in life I ever do…"
By then her reverberation rang to every corner of the area, climbing higher and higher as it passed note after note in operatic Nirvana. Her body hovered and her arms lifted as if she was about to fly, and she seemed to be rapt in her song as everybody else. The piano accompaniment rather hastened to the song's accord, and some people unintentionally leant forward in their seats.
"I will want nothing else to see me through
If I can spend my lifetime loving you
Though we know we will never come again
Where there is love, life begins
Over and over again
Save the night, save the day
Save the love, come what may
Love is worth everything we pay…"
She poised her mesmeric eyes on each and every face she saw in the darkness, making the tune more lingering and melancholic than it was supposed to be. Then she closed them, angled her head back, her slender waist swaying indistinctly.
"I want to spend my lifetime loving you I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
If that is all in life I ever do
I will want nothing else to see me through
If I can spend my lifetime loving you…"
Her voice drew power and poignancy in the very essence of the risen vibrato, and she held it there for an unswerving instant, and gradually, lowered the tone until it descended into a smooth humming.
It took a brief eternity for the audience to react, but when they were snapped out of their reverie, the quietness flourished into a rampant applause. The satisfied features of the girl, namely Kuki Sanban, blossomed into a terse grin, but her eyes traveled farther, until they shone with recognition.
There he was. His handsome face was somewhat shadowed in the distance of his position, but still visible to her. There was that same reassuring expression that always seemed to say, "Wonderful job. I'll be waiting for your next performance." She liked to imagine that there was a glimmer in there that resembled affection, but his hands only clapped a few times before his gaze left her once more. Nevertheless, the fluttering of the butterflies in her stomach remained, even after the applause stopped and she had disappeared backstage to hail entrance for the next presenter.
Her best friend, Abigail Lincoln, was already there, looking like she was about to burst from the excitement within her.
"So…" Kuki began. "How was I?"
Abigail was just about ready to strangle her. "Girl, who ya kiddin'? You were awesome out there! You should have done the song for Zorro!" She exclaimed, immediately throwing her arms around her friend. "I can't believe I never went to one of yo' gigs befo'!"
Kuki nearly stumbled had she not managed to balance herself, until Abigail drew back.
"Thanks, Abby. I kept on inviting you, but you never could come…"
"Well, duh! School was killin'…" Kuki tensed inadvertently. Abigail realized her mistake. "Oh, yeah. Sorry, girl. My bad."
Kuki managed a pained smile. "It's alright, Abbs. No harm done." The subject had always been a source of anxiety for her. In fact, the reason she sang frequently in clubs and bars was to save up money to continue her education. She and Abigail had been best friends since middle school (both lived in Cleveland in their childhood and attended the same elementary, but somehow had no memory of each other), and graduated the same year. The problem was that her grandma, who had taken care of her and her little sister ever since her parents died in a car accident when she was thirteen, couldn't afford to send her to college anymore, and their inheritance from their parents can only be claimed once Kuki turns twenty-one. Now, after a year of putting her studying on hiatus, she had finally accumulated enough to start after summer. She knew Abigail's careless remark was not deliberate; she had always been known as a kind and forgiving person.
After she changed out of her dress, they sat down at a table to let her take a breather. It was Friday night, and they planned to go to the movies afterwards.
"Abby," she said in a hushed voice. "I saw him again."
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