Debuting as an idol was far from, however I somehow managed along the way. Everything was going absolutely perfectly, until a strange boy showed up in my life. This boy's name is Keima Katsuragi and he was my sworn enemy. Anyone who listened to and or watched me perform absolutely adored me, yet it was unsettling to discover he had no interest in me whatsoever. I know, I know, it's stupid. I have millions of wonderful people who call themselves my fans, although I wanted nothing more than anything for him to favor, no. For him to love my music. So naturally, I forced him to watch me perform every day after school on the school roof. All I wanted was to please him, but I had not the slightest idea as to why. Day after day it was the same response, absolutely nothing. He was so involved in his game he barely noticed me, while everyone else was shouting my name. Why this bothered me, I have not the slightest idea.
Repetitively shocking and punching him probably wasn't helping either, but I couldn't help myself. Everything Katsuragi-kun did frustrated and confused me. However, that anger gradually changed into feelings of admiration. Day after day he watched me and I found myself becoming accustomed to his presence. During my movie shootings and rehearsals I would try to focus on what I was doing, but I couldn't stop thinking about him. Thinking of this 2D female obsessed boy named Keima. After only a week of being with him we had grown close and spoke often enough. Well, in secret that is. It wasn't of importance though, he was my best friend. Every time I felt saddened or lost I would send him a text message and in what felt like a matter of minutes he would appear by my side.
I had just gotten a call from my manager that I had booked the largest concert of my carrier. It was the stadium my three friends and I had promised to perform at some day. A heaping million seats had been booked and I was prepared to do my best. Keima still hadn't praised a single song I had sung and this put me down a little, but I knew I could do it… But the more and more I remembered how everyone forgot about Citron (my old group). All I thought to myself was that if I made a mistake, they would forget and reject me. I had shaken the thought from my head. The night of the concert Keima had come to wish me my best and I remembered all the times I had tried to get his attention and impress him…I remembered how he was always there for me.
For some reason my self-esteem was lower than ever before. All I could think about was how I would slowly disappear from these people's hearts and be replaced by the next teen idol. I felt invisible… I ran out of the building not looking back. Keima-kun wouldn't care; I mean he never cared for my songs anyways. My fans... they would soon forget. I kept running until I came upon a small park, overlooking the entire city. Before I could react Keima-kun had my hands in his and was encouraging me and telling me how my music affected people in a good way. He seemed so compassionate and his expression was dead serious. He told me to listen, and in the distance I could hear thousands of voices shouting my name. Then our lips met and I felt like I was slipping into darkness. When I woke up I had no memory of the experience…well that is until a specific goddess decided to reawaken those memories and change my life as I knew it forever. Love Calls was a song from the heart… a song I wrote especially for Keima, expressing the love I have for him. "I love you Keima Katsuragi!" I yelled outside of his classroom hugging him tightly tears escaping the corners of my eyes.