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In the spring of my sophomore year of high school, I was working as an idol.
A few years ago, I started a social media (just a picture of me standing at Starbucks) on the recommendation of a friend, and it got popular.
I passed the first audition for the biggest company, and since then I have never once been left out of the selected members.
For the past few terms, I have been the number one member of Koikoizaka.
The song I performed at the center last year dominated the streaming playback rankings on all kinds of sites, and even people who are not familiar with idols have heard it at least once.
I have taken the high road, the envy of idols and girls who want to be idols all over the country.
I have been told over and over again that I am grateful to my parents.
The face and body that my parents gave me were indeed extraordinary.
I had a feminine figure, but no matter how much I ate, I never gained weight, nor did I find any flaws in my face.
One of the idols I met in the entertainment world once told me, as if to spit in my face, that she was gaining tens of millions of yen with that face.
I don’t know how she calculated it, but from her point of view, who is rumored to have undergone various kinds of plastic surgery, she might have been annoyed that I was born with this face without doing anything.
I have increased my self-worth with this beautiful face.
“I’m looking forward to working with you again today, Hakari chan.”
“Yes. I’m looking forward to working with you.”
I greet back the bearded man whose face I know but I am not sure what he does for a living.
“After the handover event today, you’re going to surprise the fans.”
“I understand. I’ll do my best.”
He hands me a script. I skimmed through it.
I probably won’t read it thoroughly.
My role is to make this look appealing.
All I have to do is read the script and smile.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to look as an idol, but all I have is my appearance.
I don’t have to think long and hard about my comments or behavior.
At one time I made an effort and stayed up all night to think about my talk and tried to work on it, but it was cut entirely in the editing process. They used endless cuts of me just smiling thinly, not the scene where I talked while sweating desperately.
After such experiences climbed into the double digits, I stopped thinking about it.
The other members of the group were responsible for the funny comments and outstanding singing.
All I have to do is provide this beautiful face in the middle of the screen.
Everyone likes the way I look.
ーーーーーー☆彡
Today, the top three selected members will be handing over a limited photo book.
The members are me, Hakariya Hakari.
Also, Kimidori Rinna and Akamori Kyoko.
I don’t know if I should say this myself, but all three of us are very popular these days, so the handover event was a great success.
I mean, it was a fairly large bookstore, and even though we had drawn lots in advance to narrow down the number of people, we were in a state of half panic.
I guessed that people who didn’t win the lottery were also gathering there just because we were nearby.
Looking outside, everyone is wearing one-color short-sleeved T-shirts.
These are the goods that were released just a few days ago.
The design is the same, but some people are wearing black, some green, and some red.
Each of the member has a specific color,
I am black, Kimidori is green, and Akamori is red.
I don’t have the word black in my name, but I often get tagged as a jet-black cool beauty or something like that, so I’ve noticed.
I don’t dislike the color black, so I’m glad about that.
The handover started in the morning and ended after three in the afternoon.
It was such a long fight that I thought my face would be fixed with a smile.
Everyone looked at me and left with a feverish expression on their faces.
Of course there is a feeling of joy.
There is, but my face, the surface of my skin.
I felt like they were satisfied with just looking at the blueprints.
I know it’s an extravagant worry.
I just couldn’t shake the negative thoughts.
Since it was no use thinking about it, I put a lid on the thought and closed my eyes.
That’s what I’ve been doing lately.
ーーーーーー☆彡
While I was resting in the waiting room, a bearded man came in with his staff.
“Hakariya chan. Good work ! Are you okay??”
“I’m fine.”
“Now we’re going to broadcast the special Youtube video I was telling you about in the morning, the exciting confession !”
“Yes.”
I replied as if the bearded man’s tension was too high for me.
“….I like that coolness.”
The man with the beard (probably a famous producer) wants to surprise my fans by having me confess to them.
I’m not sure if it’s a compliance thing in this day and age, but it looks like he’s going to use a paid fan there.
Well, to be honest, I still don’t know much about Youtube or SNS.
I leave most of it to the other members and the manager.
Today, I just have to live up to the expectations with the lines and pretty faces I’m instructed to do.
I changed from the idol’s outfit to the designated casual fashion.
A white sleeveless knit and blue skirt.
How my fans would like it, I thought.
I left the venue and headed toward the main street.
Many staff members flanked the sidewalk a short distance away from my standby position.
Cameras, makeup artists, producers, and ADs.
The bearded man shouted loudly.
“We’re going to start the live broadcast in three, two, one !”
Kimidori Rinna and Akamori Kyoko, who were with me today for the handover, start talking to the camera.
I can’t hear their voices from a distance, but I guess they are explaining the project.
After a while, my fans are supposed to be walking towards.
I like you. Please go out with me.
If the fans are happy, I tell them that it was a surprise in a cute way.
To be honest, I feel like an idiot.
But I do it because it’s my job.
A man in a black T-shirt walked in front of me with natural steps.
It was a man, or rather a boy.
He looked about the same age as me, a high school student.
He looked like he was thinking about something, but he wasn’t nervous.
He seemed to be walking too naturally, as if he was a prepared fan who knew he was about to be confessed to me in a surprise.
I just had to tell him as he walked straight to the designated spot, towards me.
The cameras are already rolling.
I stopped and said to him, who appeared to be waiting for a crosswalk signal.
“I fell in love at first sight. I love you.”
“……Eh?”
I thought it was a very convincing performance. He really seemed to be surprised from the bottom of his heart.
I pressed him firmly with words.
“Please go out with me.”
Here, he would be so taken by the look on my face that he too would be carried away by the heat.
He couldn’t even act.
But he didn’t change a single color of his face and said.
“I’m sorry. I can’t.”
I couldn’t understand what he said.
“Eh?”
I couldn’t help but let out a strange, never-before-heard voice.
“Eh?”
I was convinced by the look on his face. It wasn’t an act.
And I looked at him once again.
! !
He is wearing a black T-shirt, but it is not my merchandise at all !
This guy was really just someone who happened to be passing by and suddenly got confessed to.
By me.
He turned down my confession.
He looked at me suspiciously when he saw that I had completely frozen up, looked around and nodded lightly.
And I didn’t miss what he said in a whisper.
“Is this a filming or something……?”
He paused for just a few seconds, then suddenly smiled and said
“I’m sorry for saying nonsense ! ! I’m actually a huge fan ! !”
“I turned you down once because I liked you too much ! ! I still want to go out with you ! ! Is it a little too late !?”
I was taken aback, but I was still somewhat calm.
….What kind of person is he?
This person probably, or rather definitely, doesn’t know me.
And yet, he has guessed that there is some kind of shooting going on right now and is trying to help me.
What is this?
My heart is beating fast.
He is walking by, bows to me, and then turns to leave.
I have no ability to improvise or anything, so I just stood there in silence.
I wonder if I, who was so embarrassed, will be shown in the broadcast now.
My face was hot.
I haven’t experienced a red blush in a long time.
Maybe that’s why I acted in a way that surprised even myself.
I picked up the hem of his T-shirt as he was leaving and put my mouth close to his ear.
I asked him in a whisper so that no one could hear me and the microphone would not pick up my voice.
“Give me your name, address, and school.”
“…..It’s Yukimi.”
He froze for a moment, then gave only his name and crossed the street at the traffic light.
His back view is burned into my eyes.
I will definitely find him and go see him.
I was surrounded by an urge that surprised even myself.
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