A silver clock ticked on the black wall of Jubilife TV's new recording studio as a young girl sat reading the lyrics of a song. She frowned at the white piece of paper in her hands. A look of sadness soon began to well up in the girl's violet eyes.
"Soleil, its almost time to start recording," said a man, after he knocked on the studio door. "Have you finished memorizing the lyrics?"
Without responding, the young girl stood on her feet. Silver open toed sandals elegantly danced across the floor with every step Soleil took. The girl resembled a model in both appearance and posture as she made her way toward the door wearing a black ruffle skirt accessorized with a pink belt, a black tank top decorated with silver Turtwig image, and a silver sequined mini jacket with black stripes. Once she reached the door, Soleil took a deep breath.
"Alright," thought Soleil, before placing her right hand on the door knob. "You just have to fake for an hour. Then, you can play with Walnut to your hearts content."
Seeming to respond to her thoughts, the Poké Ball on her belt jiggled. Upon opening the door, Soleil let her light pink lips raise in a faint smile. The man behind the door then scooted past her with a phone to his ear. He seemed to be arguing with someone about a concert hall. That was the last thing Soleil wanted to hear about today.
"My Albino Princess!" yelled the man, after hanging up the phone. "Are you ready to perform in front of thousands? I booked you a new spot at the newly constructed--"
"Solar Stratosphere," moaned Soleil. "The place where the sun shines in the stratosphere of our dreams. Marx, is this all necessary?"
"Of course!" hailed the man. "With this new song and your next performance, you will be the new star of Sinnoh who finally surpasses the Perle of the Music Sea. I hate the pun in that title. Her name is just perfect for ocean based names!"
"Yes, just like Soleil is great for sun based names, right?" asked the young girl, with an eyebrow raised in mockery.
"Stop looking at me like that," said Marx. "Get in that studio, if you want a chance to train with Turtwig later."
"His name is Walnut," said Soleil.
In a somewhat lighter mood than before, the young girl walked into the recording studio to practice her song. She pulled her brown hair into a ponytail and let the next hour of life roll past her. When she finished, Soleil grabbed her lavender colored backpack. Now with a kick in her step, the young girl rushed into the elevator leading to the streets of Jubilife City, the most modernized city in all of Sinnoh.
"Oh, excuse me," said Soleil, who had just bumped into a blonde haired boy. "I didn't see you there."
"She's sure in a hurry," said the boy.
"Pip pipi!" twirped the Piplup following at his feet.
"I wonder what will come of her performance," thought Marx, as he watched from the studio window. "She has tried for the past five years to surpass Perle. I hope my idea of her being an opener to tomorrow's concert becomes a memorable birthday present for her. You can only turn sixteen once."
"Sir," said his assistant, who's voice echoed from beyond the studio door. "The phone is for you. Line 1!"
"Of course, it is," replied the manager.