Macross 7 fanfic: 
Soul in Tune with a Wish (3/12) 
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"We're ready to shoot scene 1. Lights. Camera. Action." 

"Scene one take one." 

A thin red-haired girl from the former Jammingbirds played Basara's Girlfried. 
They performed Planet dance without the Bass guitar and without Mylene's talent. 
It sounded quite different to say the least. "No more wasting Love..."
 
The crowd of teenagers followed their cue and began to throw soda cans on stage. 
One of the cans hit the red-haired girl in the head. That was her cue. 
"Ow!" She exclaimed, touching the wound with trembling hands.
 
"BOO booo!" The crowd continued, volume increasing as the girl backed away from 
the microphone.

"CUT!" Yelled the director, before walking onto the set. "Basara what are doing?"
 
He looked up from his guitar. "eh?"
 
Michael placed a hand on his hip. "You need to do *some* acting. Look surprised, 
angry, confused." He stared intently at the boy before returing to his chair. 
"Let's take this from the top." 

"Scene 1, take 2" 

Basara began to sing as the red haired girl bounced across the stage excitedly. 
They entered into the chorus together. "No more wasting time. Marude yume no youni." 
It sounded horrible so the crowds began to whisper among themselves. 

By the end of the second verse the crowd had grown noticably louder. "No more 
wasting love..." That was the cue. 

The crowd began to throw cans. One of the flying aluminum objects hit the 
red-haired girl smack in the forehead. "Ow!" 

Basara knitted his eyebrows. His apparently disturbed eyes combed through the
screaming faces in the crowd. 

"Boo boo!" 

His Jaw dropped slightly as teenagers left the room. When a tall boy with orange hair 
exited, Basara spoke. "Where the hell are you going!" 

"And stop rolling... Now." 

"That was marvelous. We finished scene one in two takes!" He flipped through his 
script, penciling random notes and reminders. "At this rate we might be finished 
before summer." He closed the script before addressing the others. "Okay, Mylene, 
are you ready for scene two?" 

"Yes!" She nodded as she approached his chair. "I've been practicing with Guvava." 

The director smiled. "Make-up. Get her ready for scene two." 

A group of women bustled around Mylene. By the time they were done, she wondered if 
she looked like a drag queen. When handed a mirror, she was surprised to find how 
natural it had looked. Her eyelashes seemed fuller and her lips had been 
glossed with a slight trace of pinky orange, but otherwise, it didn't even look 
like she was wearing make-up.. 

The women adjusted her purple choker and fussed with her long pink hair. "She's ready."
 
"Okay Mylene, stand on the black X over there. When Basara says his line, move in 
a straight line to the yellow one. Turn your head slightly to the right when Ray 
calls you. Got me?" 

"Yes." 

"Okay, Places everyone." 

"Lights. Camera. and Action." 

"Scene 2, take one." 

The jammingbird spoke, packing away her equipment as she moved. "Bobby, I can't 
believe you. How could you humiliate me this way." 

Basara avoided her gaze, slightly weirded by her change in character. "It wasn't my 
fault Kris. I can't control how the audience feels about you." 

"So now it's my fault? You're the one who started this crappy band. If any of you 
could play, maybe the audience won't freakin' run away." 

Basara shook his head. "Have you ever thought that maybe your singing is the problem." 

"My singing. That's it Bobby. I've put up with enough of your crap. Consider yourself 
dateless, and memberless." 

Basara scratched his head. "Is that even a word?" 

"Whatever. I'm leaving you and this sorry excuse for a band." The door slammed when she 
finally exited the stage.
 
"Good-riddens." Yelled Basara. 

That was Mylene's cue. The cameras followed her as she moved closer to the boy. She 
cleared her throat nervously as the distance between them closed. "Having prolems?"
 
"CUT!" 

Basara looked up detachedly. "Did I mess up?"
 
"No, that was pretty good. Just don't look at Mylene at all-- not even when she 
speaks to you. Just pack your things and leave." 

Basara shrugged. "Oh."
 
"We'll just cut that last part out. Let's take it from Mylene's cue." 

"Scene two, take 2." 

"Good riddens." Yelled Basara. 

That was Mylene's cue. She cleared her throat and moved hopefully towards the band. 
She stopped at the yellow x. "Having problems?" 

"Selfish girls." Basara muttered, moving quickly as he gathered his belongings.

Mylene stared down at the floor. She then raised her head suddenly. "For what it's 
worth, I thought you were awesome." 

"Whatever." 

"Cut!" 

"What?" shreiked Mylene. 

"Not you. Basara, you're too slow. You should already be packed and at the door when 
Miki says you're awesome." 

"Who's Miki?" Questioned Basara. 

"Mylene. Fix his make-up, he's starting to sweat." 

A group of women fussed about Basara. 

As they powdered and puffed the dazed male, Mylene began to giggle. She had never even 
imagined Basara having to wear make-up. 

"Watch it!" he yelled when an artist moved to pluck a stray hair in his eyebrow. 

She began to laugh more loudly as he protested.
 
"What's so funny Mylene?" He asked pointedly. 

"Nothing." She waved, clutching her stomach in hopes of recovering sooner.

"Get Kris back on the stage, let's take this scene from the top." 

"Lights. Camera. Action." 

"Scene 2, take 3." 

"Bobby, I can't believe you. How could you humiliate me this way." 

*********** 

The pilots walked around backstage. 

The former Diamond Force members greeted eachother "Hey Gamlin." 

"Docker." Gamlin extended a hand as the dark-haired male approached.  

"Do you know Mylene's in this movie." 

Gamlin sighed at his friend's capricious ways. "Docker, this isn't the time 
for jokes. Even though we're piloting in a movie, we still must represent the military." 

"I'm not joking, look right here. She's Miki, the leading lady."
 
"Let me see." Gamlin read the casting list. "You're right." His roved the paper, stopping 
at another familiar name. "Basara's the main character, Bobby."
 
"And guess who you are?" Teased Docker. 

"Who?" 

"The stunt double for her Boyfriend Joe. You do his ace piloting." 

"Really?" ::I get to see Mylene.:: "That's good." 

"I think she's filming now," He placed a hand on the younger male's shoulder. "Let's 
go see her." 

"I don't think we're allowed--" 

"Come on Gamlin!" Docker interrupted. "You can't always follow the rules." 

*********** 

Mylene, Basara, and Ray collapsed onto the coffee room's couch. They each gulped 
down their bottles of water. 

"I didn't know it was going to be like this." said Mylene who hd recovered first. 

"This takes real dedication." Ray added, wiping the sweat from his moustache. 

"I can't believe they gave us all penthouses." Noted Basara disapprovingly. "They're 
wasting all that space and Money." 

"I liked the penthouse!" exclaimed Mylene. 

"Make-up in two minutes. Camaras roll in five." 

Mylene tried to ignore the voice that had just sounded. "Anyways, what song am I going 
to use in my audition scene?" 

Basara pondered a bit before facing the girl. "My Friends." 

Mylene furrowed her eyebrows at his seemingly random choice. "Why?"
 
He rose silently from the coach, tossing an empty bottle in the trash. "Because your 
guitar's pretty good on that song." 

Mylene stared confusedly at Basara who now looked away. Ray's eyes bored his back. He 
would have to talk with him later. 

*********** 

"Look, now we're lost. Docker, I should have never listened to you in the first place." 

"Quiet on the set!" 

Docker followed the voice. "Who's lost?" He responded, finger pointing to the set.
 
"Mylene." whispered Gamlin. 

*********

"Give them their props. Does everyone have their instruments." 

"Yes." 

"Okay lets shoot. Lights. Camera. Action." 

"Scene 3. Take one." 

::Knock knock:: 

Basara glanced at the door before studying his friend. "Rick, are you expecting someone?" 

"Yes." He replied, refusing to make eye contact with the boy. "Open the door." 

Basara moved to the blue x. He turned the knob revealing the pink-haired girl. 

"Who are you?" he asked. 

She fidgeted with her guitar case. "I'm here for the audition." 

Basara glanced at Ray who nodded. "Come in."
 
Mylene followed stopping at the black x. 

"Do you play anything?" Questiond Rick. 

"Yes. I play the bass guitar." 

Basara's eyes shot up. "Can you sing?" 

"I think so." Giggled Mylene. 

"Did you bring a song?" Questioned Ray 

"I brought something I wrote." 

"You write music too!" Exclaimed Rick. "This girl is out of this world! And she's cute." 

Mylene was tempted to laugh at Ray's impersonation of a college guy. Instead she forced 
her cheeks to flush by remembering what Basara had told her earlier. 
**
"She's a good actress." Noted Docker. 

"Shh." said Gamlin. **

"Don't make any assumptions. Let's hear her. Where's the music?" 

"Oh, right here. I made copies." 

Basara grabbed the papers and handed one to each memeber. "Let's get tuned up." 

They were tuned in a matter of seconds. 

"You ready cutey?" Questioned Rick. 

"Uh, yes." 

"one, two, one, two, three..." 

Mylene struck her Guitar. As she played the intro of "My friends". Rick grinned profusely 
as he read his music. 

Bobby stared in shock as her thin fingers moved skillfully on the strings. 

She began. 
"Koi wo suru yo-wa-ni
koe-wo kasa-ne-reba a-KISS
Atashi no HEARTO wa
koko ni aru yo itsu-da-a-ate


Dakedo OH! kimi no
kagayaku-me wa nani-woh
Sagashi tsuzu-kero no? 
OH! MY FRIENDS 


Kimi to hashiri dasu 
*hmm,hmm,hmm,hm-m* 
Yume no tsuzuku hoshi e to

Mitsume aera-ta-hora 
*WAh WAH, WA-AA-HO* 
Nan-imo-kamo, kanazara..."

She strummed for a few more minutes before stopping. "I'm sorry, that's all I finished."
Her head dropped to the ground. 

"Don't apologize!" exclaimed Rick. "That was great!" 

Basara began to search for a piece of paper. He handed it to the girl. "Can you sing and 
play this?" 

Her eyes grazed the sheet of paper carefully. "I think so." She answered, never looking
up from the sloppy arrangement of notes.
 
Within minutes they were performing Planet dance. Ray's eyes brightened at the pure
sound of each verse. At the completion of the song, Rick turned to Basara. "Can I 
speak to you for a second." 

Basara looked at Mylene. "Excuse us." 

The cameras followed Rick and Bobby to a corner of the room. 

Rick spoke. "You two sound great together!"

Upon seeing no response from the boy, He grasped his shoulders. "Bobby! Did you not hear how well your voices synchronizes."

Basara shrugged. "I guess."

Ray furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean you 'guess.' The girl not only can sing, but 
she plays, and she reads and writes music... Not to mention she's cute. What do you say?" 

Basara nodded slightly before walking over to the waiting girl. "You. What's your name." 

"Miki. Saikyo Miki." 

"I'm Bobby, that's Rick and that's V." 

"Am I in?" She questioned nervously. 

"What do you think dummy." 

"Excuse me?" Questioned Miki. 

"Of course." Interjected Rick, who already noticed the tension building up between them. 

"And... stop rolling." 

The director stood out of his chair. 

"You people are wonderful!! We finished that entire scene in one take." Dramatic 
tears began to roll down his face. "Does anyone have a tissue!?!" 

TO BE CONTINUED... 
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NOTES: 
1. Nothing to say... 


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