Chapter Seven: Sweet Ann

Theme: Vague

Posted: 01/02/2013

Inspired by: Somehow, PSY's Right Now.

Disclaimer: Have I told anyone that I can't even sing very well?

EDITED: 04/02/2013, into third person.

"Jody."

She said the name aloud. That was all she had, all she could say, the vague name of a supposed-Australian singer that had been the provider for her voice, the person she owed her cyber life, her existance to. Without her being born into this world, she wouldn't have existed.

She was the first Vocaloid in the Vocaloid 2 generation. Jody's child. Voice baby. Whatever new-fangled names they were calling her kind now.

She knew it was selfish, when so many of the 'Engloids' didn't even know their voice provider's names - like Prima, the poor, poor girl - but she couldn't help but wish that 'Jody', whoever she was, had been less shy . . . less scared of whatever that had prevented her from releasing her full name into the public. She wished Jody could step forward, and claim her as hers proudly and properly, for all the world to know.

She wondered, briefly, just what Jody thought of her. Did she think that this whole 'Sweet Ann' thing had been nothing but a disappointment? Did she even listen to you sing?

She wished she knew. She wished that Jody was proud of her, that she knew for sure that she knew her.

"Jody."