Hello. My name is Chikako Shirai, and not a damn person knows who I am.
It's probably my own fault, too- even staying close to the illustrious Aizawa Miyabi didn't prevent me from fading into the background. But dammit, why!? I'm the glasses-girl! With freckles, even! If the world could only take notice of my vibrant red hair, why, it would blow my mind. But no, I'm just not important enough- only extraordinary people are allowed to strut and fret their fleeting moments away on this stage we call existence while I, people like myself, we spend our time out of view, dressed in black so that we may run out and move the set between scenes. We do the makeup, and control the lights and conduct the pit orchestra, but the point of such a role is to not be noticed. I'm not even a side-character like little Yoshikawa- background fluff might even be flattering a term for the role I play. No, we average people may not even have that luxury. To be sure, there are backgrounds that receive more attention than we do. Bloody hell, there are biker punks that receive more attention than we do (never mind that this whole drama has revolved around one from the very start).
But I have something that sets me apart. I must. Some people are born for the express purpose of being great. Shining prodigies that take leading roles. Take the audience's breath away, take a piece of the audience and wrap it up within themselves, take that stolen bit of heart and allow it to feel what the character feels. All without effort. It's truly fascinating, no? But more often, FAR more often, stardom is achieved through directed effort and indomitable spirit. I thought for the longest time that, "I don't have it in me." I thought for the longest time, "I'm content with what I have." I should have known human nature, that thespian that constantly craves more, More, MORE would win out eventually; but I suppose you know what they say about hindsight. So, Kanzaki-san, Miyabi-chan, monkey-squad, Onizuka-sensei...please forgive me, for I intend to take some of that spotlight that you bear up so hungrily-yet-unwittingly. And from now on, please take care of me. Chu .
But of course, this all begs the question of what act will kick-start my fledgeling attempt at fame as I step onto the stage for the first time as a character, rather than a prop. Perhaps...perhaps I'll confess my love to someone? Yeah, that might be the ticket.
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This may or may not be continued at some point- there's most assuredly room for more fun to be had with this exercise. To be honest, I never expected it to be so flexible. But that's why I do these. Actually, I may extend the scope a little as well. As usual, my ways will be a mystery until they happen. Is this not how things should be? As it happens, I love the new policy of simply removing any passage breaking in the editor. Why bother allowing editing online if your software is terrible?