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Voyager Idol
Seven of Nine finishes warbling her last note, then smiles, almost smugly, awaiting the panel's accolades.
Tuvok sighs. "I'm sorry, dawg. I can find no logical way to express this. It just…wasn't there for me."
Seven raises an eyebrow-implant. "I do not understand."
Tuvok looks down at the table, then takes a drink from his cup of Coke (as in Coca-Cola, people! You see that label! Coca-Cola!!). "I mean, it was pitchy, and you just didn't bring it home, nor show a proper appreciation for the arpeggios."
"I was singing 'Dancing Queen,' Seven sneers. "The arpeggios are irrelevant."
Tuvok glances at Kes for support. She smiles through her wrinkles, withered hands reaching for her own Coke. That ninth birthday has really hit her hard.
"I gotta praise you for your courage," she murmurs sweetly. "It takes a lot to come here and really give it your all like that."
Seven puffs up slightly, nodding in approval.
"But…" Kes hesitates, her alien outfit fluttering around her as she shrugs, "…it takes more than just heart. You have to have the sort of talent to take it to the top, and you don't have quite --"
"You are merely jealous that I took your place on the show!" Seven snaps, enraged tears filling her eyes. "When's the last time you were even on TV?!"
"It's not a question of when Kes was on TV," Paris says, leaning back and rubbing his hands over the front of his black T-shirt. "What you gave us was atrocious. Of course, you're still incredibly hot and I'd be all over you if I weren't married to a woman who could rip my lungs out through my eyeballs…"
"I miss my lung," Kes sighs.
"Anyway," Paris says, "the point is that we're looking for a star, and you're not a star."
"You wouldn't know a star if it assimilated your home world!" Seven cries, turning from the panel to fling herself at the exit hatch, which fails to open.
"Other door," the panel chants. It's going to be a long day.
