Notes: "Everybody's Fool", by Evanescence, first person (Erika's POV). As such, there is quite some speculation and creative license, but I've tried to keep Erika in character.

Hope I don't tick off the fanboys. Heh.

perfect by nature
icons of self indulgence
just what we all need
more lies about a world that

never was and never will be
have you no shame don't you see me
you know you've got everybody fooled

Voice actresses are just voices. Voices of characters, voices of fiction. We play a role and then move on to others; I can be the bubbly schoolgirl one series, I can be a handful of extras, I can be the female villian who gets banished at the end of the season.

But I have never been able to be myself.

I look into my hand mirror; I see someone there, a cosplayer. A voice. A voice revered by many, once. And that reverence still haunts me.

We lose our selves to gain fortune. Does it always have to be that way?

Does it....

Come on, Hayasaka. Another CD? People love your voice! All the roles you've played shot up the popularity ratings for the shows, and the CDs are skyrocketing! Go to Akihibara, go to Shinjuku, go to any of the districts, and you can hear remixes of the songs, you can hear your own voice, singing to everyone around Tokyo, in Osaka, in all of Japan I bet....!

But that WASN'T ME!

look here she comes now
bow down and stare in wonder
oh how we love you
no flaws when you're pretending
but now i know she

never was and never will be
you don't know how you've betrayed me
and somehow you've got everybody fooled

Next thing I know, there is a crack in the mirror, and my hand is hurting.

I pick up the pieces, as I usually do. I don't glue these together, though. A mirror isn't like a person.

Nanasawa Kimiko. I wonder how you're doing? You probably don't even know that I too, went to auditions. Same as you do, now.

But you give your heart into it. You reveal more of yourself in your voice, and you'll be loved for yourself.

Not for an image. Not for how others see you.

Me, I want to escape that image. I want to escape being frozen.

I want to be myself. Whoever that is.

without the mask where will you hide
can't find yourself lost in your lie...

I put the broken mirror in a bag, wrap it up, put it in the trash.

Just then, the doorbell rings, and you're back, and I know what you'll talk about. Apart from your job, he's all you talk about anymore.

I'll be here. I'll watch over you.

I don't want you to become like me, Nanasawa. So I'll be here, and I'll help put you together if you break.

Maybe you'll help me find out who I am, in time.

After all, I have everybody else fooled.

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