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Sorry for the super - ultra long update...

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Part 2

"Cut!" the director yelled.

I winced, removing my hand from the cold surface of the mirror (more like a window) in front of me. On the other side of the mirror, Rin took something quickly out of her pocket. I looked at her quizzically, but she sent me a cold glare.

"Len!" The director yelled, making me wince again.

"Yes, sir?" I turned to face him.

"I know this is the first time shooting Adolescence, but, try to make it so you express a sense of longing."

I groaned, turning to look back at my twin, who was currently violating the surface of the mirror with a thick black sharpie.

"B-but," I protested, " I have no attraction to her..."

A single black sharpie sailed through the air and landed in the side of my head, creating a dent in my skull.

Rotating my head 20 degrees to the left, I met a look that would have burned the clothes off my back.

*Ahem* Len here: Correction. A face that only a rock could lov- *whomp* aaawwwooou.

The director's voice cut back in again.

" Well, we'll give it another try. Alright! Places everyone!"\

Taking a deep breath, I replaced my hand on the mirror and faced Rin, who in an instant, burst out laughing.

I gave her one of my best frowns, which send her into a red-face laughing fit on the floor.

It was around this time that I looked up to see the surface of the mirror.

Ah.

In the place where my face could be seen on the other side of the mirror, Rin had drawn a mustache, a monocle and top hat with the sharpie.

I smiled.

Why that litt-

Rin, noticing my look, stopped laughing abruptly and began to attempt to sneak away from the stage.

Meanwhile, in the back, the director watched the twins with a bored expression on his face.

There goes another prop. I swear, Rin or some other Vocaloid breaks one almost every day. The other day Kaito fell into the turbines of Rin's Meltdown set. I'm so glad that it doesn't come out of my paychecks.

Just then, a conveniently-timed stuntman ran up to the director.

"Hey director!"

The director groaned.

Oh karma. How you tease me.

Back on the set

I watched slowly as Rin slowly crawled backwards. I smiled even wider. Reaching down to the carpeted floor, I picked up the sharpie and uncapped it. There was a slight pause as she smiled weakly at me.

"H-Hi!" she stuttered, standing up and backing up even faster.

Then she screamed, turned, and ran out of the set.

I ran after her, laughing manically.

Rin was later found tied to the ceiling, with a permanent marker mustache and a matching monocle.

Subsequently, a few weeks later,…..

We stood in front of the Composer in a crooked semi-circle. While he was going on and on about how Kaito had frozen himself in the pool the other day (He claimed he was only trying to fabricate a pool-sized popsicle) , and how we needed to keep a careful eye on him. Same old, same old.

Right on cue, the Composer pulled out some papers out of a unspecified paper bag and handed it to us. I took it and squinted at the title. Dark Woods Circus. Huh.

Over to my right, Rin grabbed her ridiculously large sharpie pen and with a flourish, signed her name in a messy scrawl all over the page.

"Did you even read the thing?" I asked her, in mocked surprise. She hmphed at me, turned her nose upward and said

"Course not. What do you think I am? Some kinda idiot?"

At this point I had to refrain from laughing, so I took out my own pen and signed the sheet. When the Composer collected all the forms, an evil smile appeared on her face. Her hand swooped forward and snatched up all the papers, leaving me with a paper cut.

"Well then, shall we start?" She signaled to the people clad in black that had somehow mysteriously appeared in the room.

Wait….. Start! START WHAT… ! WHATS HAPPENING!

"What's this!" I screamed, struggling against my oppressor.

"Oh this? It's in the contract. " she smiled at us as the guards dragged us into the shadows.

Well... I think you know what happens next ...

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