"Common Simon. We only have a few minutes to talk to the Vice Presidant." A tall dark haired youth was ushered down a narrow hallway with a row of doors on each side. He leasurly strolled along paying close attention to the wide windows viewing into the nearby dance studios. One of these windows had people inside causing him to scrunch up his face in displesure.

A line of young men were lined up in the studio standing in front of a wall lined with mirrors. Each one shared a similar look. Attractive, and edgy. Most of them looked like they were applying to be apart of a rock band, wearing leather studded jackets and eyeliner, while others were a little more low key, clearly not interested in trying too hard. On the opposite side sat a table with four people staring down at them. They were here to audition.

Some of the aditioners looked nervous while others seemed excited. One of the boys, who wore an orange track jacket, even yawned as if he were board.

"Tch, they were asked to wear simple and classy clothes, yet half of them are wearing chains? Pathetic. Look, that kid is even wearing sweats? How is anyone suppose to take them seriously in that? Come on Simon, we dont need to waste time here." The manager pressed.

Simon was still silently staring at the guy in the Orange jacket. Suddenly, as if he sensed someone staring, the kid looked over to the window, locking eyes with the youth on the other side of the glass. On instinct, Simon quietly narrowed his eyes before turning away and fallowing his manager down the hall.

"What's with that guy?" From within the room a boy watched a sharp eyed youth storm away. "Was he glaring at me?" He mumbled.

"Hey! Pay attention, they're about to tell us the song they want us to sing." A guy wearing glasses elbowed the youth next to him. He seemed to be distracted with something outside.

"Ah. Thanks man." The guy in the orange jacket whispered. He quickly turned back up to the front to listen. After a few seconds though, he seemed to lose focus again, so he leaned over to asked the glasses wearing guy a question.

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"Hey....where do you think all the girls are?" He asked seriously.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"The girls. You know, those crazy fans who chase after the band members?" He pointed over to the empty window.

Cursing silently the youth gave the guy a death glare. "Stupid, you watch too many tv shows. They wouldn't let fangirls in so easily. Besides, nobody here is famous." He sized the guy up before turning back.

"Oh...well. Maybe after the auditions we will see them." The guy pouted. Then his face lit up again. "Oh. You look smart. How much money do you think we will make as pop stars?"

This question was met with a surprised and confused look. "Are you daft? You should only worry about that kind of thing AFTER you actually get past an audition."

"Oh..." The guy knodded his head in understanding. "Ill just ask ask you later then."

Hearing his response the glasses youth could only shake his head in annoyance. 'What makes him think we will both pass?'

Down the hall a manager and his trainy exited the doors of a large office. "How could that man just sho us out like that. Another appointment my ass. If it werent for the fact that you are going to be lead in this group I would have pulled you out a long time ago."

The board youth next to him just rolled his eyes in annoyance. He didn't care much for this incompetant manager, but his father had referenced him. Seeing as he was able to skip auditions, he thought it would be better to go along with the man's game plan for now. Besides, if things didnt work out he could just fire the guy.

Just then the duo passed another guy about the younger's age. He was obviously headed to the large office the two just left. Pretending not to notice, the sharp eyed youth carefully sized the other up. And he was shocked. Though he wasn't the edgy and domineering look that most of the auditoneers were trying to portray, this boy still gave off a powerful presence. If there was a word to describe what this presence was...it would be Alpha.

The duo continued to walk a bit further untill they heard the office doors click shut. Then the manager stopped. "This...doesn't look too good. If that was the VPs secret appointment then he's most certainly here for the idol group auditions. And I don't like the way he acted. He was too...calm. I don't remember them planning on signing on any seasoned trainees."

The youth just hummed in response.

Quietly staring at the large wooden doors for a little longer, the two turned to leave.