[ WP ] An excerpt from the most cliché young adult novel

I glanced around at the rabble. `` What... what am I doing here?'' I asked, my violet eyes glistening in confusion. 
 
 A beautiful young man full of beauty stepped forward. He looked familiar, but I could n't tell why. `` You're here because you're like us,'' he said, his soft yet firm voice echoing in my mind like a beautiful bell. `` You're special, unique.'' 
 
 *Me, special? * I could n't believe what was going on. Here I was, in the abandoned theater in the Third Quarter, being told *I* was *special* by some hot guy ( so familiar, but how? ) and his friends. 
 
 `` What's so special about me?'' I asked, my voice quivering. I could feel my heart beat faster as he looked into my eyes, his cold yet warm stare gazing deep into my soul. He was so beautiful, and so familiar. Where had I seen him? 
 
 `` You're not one of them,'' he said. `` Have n't you noticed that you're not like them?'' 
 
 `` What do you mean, *them*?'' `` Your family, your friends, your peers... everyone you've ever known. I noticed it when I first saw you, at the flower shop. You were humming.'' 
 
 *So that's where he was from! * He was the guy at the flower shop, the one who could n't take his eyes off me. `` That was *you*? Have you been stalking me?!'' 
 
 I turned angrily away to walk off, but the people behind me tightened up so I could n't get past. Sure, I could take on two, maybe three, but all of them...? 
 
 `` It's alright,'' he said, his beautiful voice carrying through the air. `` We'll let you go after you hear me out. I promise.'' I turned back, and he nodded, his beautifully gelled hair staying completely static. 
 
 I looked nervously around, then back at him. `` So... what's so special about that sound I made...?'' 
 
 He smiled. It was a beautiful smile, closed to hide his exquisitely beautiful teeth. There was pain in that smile, but beauty was there too. He'd seen a lot of suffering, you could tell. `` It's called humming. It's something people used to do... back before the Festival started. Back before the Sound.'' 
 
 `` What's so special about... about me humming?'' He was so beautiful, and it was distracting me from my usual quips and puns. I could n't help but melt in his gaze, my strong and independent facade falling before his beauty. 
 
 And then they did it. All of them opened their mouths, and from them came a... a sound. Like the Synthboxes, but better... more clear, different. It was far from perfect, but somehow... it was better. I wanted to just wrap up in it and sail away to a far-off land. And as suddenly as they started, they stopped, the echo from their sound resonating throughout the theater and into my very soul. 
 
 I stammered `` What... what was that?'' 
 
 He smiled again. He held out his hand toward me, his palm faced toward the ceiling. `` It's called singing. Humming is just the first step. From humming comes singing, and from that music. *Real* music, not the synthesised sound of the Synthboxes.'' 
 
 He stepped forward, palm still outstretched. I took his hand. It was so warm, and fit perfectly with mine. There was strength there, and beauty too. I felt my heart flutter again. He turned his eyes toward his group, and smiled. `` We call ourselves the Chorus. And,'' his eyes turned back to me `` We would be honoured if you would join us, Quartz Bellstark.''
