"Misaki! Look here!"
Flash.
"Misaki! What's your favorite color?!"
Said girl rolled her eyes at the question. Why was the media so nosy?! Nonetheless, the fake smile she wore stayed plastered on her face, as she made her way to a limo. She gripped the shiny black handle, before climbing into the expensive and fancy car.
"Misaki! How was the premiere?" her bubbly, pink-haired manager asked. The girl replied with a shrug.
"It was nice I guess," she replied honestly. "Though the media makes it hard to enjoy..." she sighed. Her manager, Sakura, gave her a reassuring smile.
"It's fine. You'll get used to it at some point," she replies with a giggle. It was true, Misaki Ayuzawa was a new actress. She was fresh, young, and a huge hit, so she was currently high in demand.
"Anyway, enough about me. How's your relationship with Kuuga going?" she asks nonchalantly, trying to change the subject. Sakura grinned.
"Perfectly! He's so dreamy and handsome..." she cooed, intertwining her hands together. Misaki laughed.
"I'm glad," she commented, and before she knew it, the limo came to a stop. Misaki and Sakura opened the doors and exited. They made their way to the small house they shared. Misaki and Sakura were roommates in college, and deciding that they didn't want to live separately after their bond, they now lived together. Suddenly, the two heard a vibration.
"Ah, I'm getting a call," Sakura mumbled, pulling out her iPhone from her pink purse with a cute white floral design.
"Hello?" she inquired, tapping a foot on the marble floor impatiently. Her foot suddenly froze, and her eyes widened. She looked at Misaki, and mouthed something that she couldn't quite catch. "Really? Oh my god, that's amazing! I'll tell her right away," Sakura quickly squealed, taking her phone down from her ear a few seconds later.
"So? What's the news?" Misaki asked, getting a bit excited herself. Sakura giggled.
"Have you ever heard of Director Hirayama?" Sakura practically squeaked. Misaki looks a bit lost.
"Hirayama...? Hasn't he made a couple of movies...?" she asked. Sakura almost lost it there and then.
"HE'S THE MOST FAMOUS DIRECTOR OF ALL TIME!" she shrieked. "Every single movie he's made has won an Oscar so far!" she explained. "If you can star in his new movie, you'll be a sensation!" Sakura squealed.
"Really?" Misaki asked suspiciously, one eyebrow raised. Sakura nodded her head eagerly.
"Would I ever lie to you?" she inquired. Misaki nodded her head almost instantly.
"Well, yes, there was that one time when I invited you to come over, but you lied about being sick because you felt bad telling me you would rather go on a date with Kuu-" she began to explain, only to be cut off by her manager.
"THAT WAS ONCE!" she yelled. "And it wasn't a huge deal... I wouldn't lie to you about your career, Misaki," she reasoned.
"Alright... but I've heard this guy was very picky," Misaki sighed. Sakura nodded.
"You bet," she chimed in. Misaki glared at her.
"How am I going to get the lead part? I haven't even been in this industry for a year," she frowned, running a hand through her raven tresses. Sakura gave her a wink.
"With your talent, of course," she responded. "Also, being new to the industry is your advantage! Everyone loves a popular, fresh new face," Sakura assured her.
"I suppose you're right," Misaki agreed, giving her manager- and not to mention best friend- a half-hearted smile.
"You should rest up. It's been a long day," Sakura suggested, sensing Misaki's stressed mood. "I'll have the script ready by tomorrow," she promised.
"Yay, more work. My favorite," Misaki joked sarcastically. Sakura laughed at her friend.
"Speaking of work, you better memorize the entire script within' two days. That's when the auditions are," Sakura informed her with a sheepish smile. Misaki groaned at this news.
"What the hell...?!" she complained. Sakura shrugged.
"He has very high-standards," Sakura said, stifling a yawn. They were both pretty exhausted. Misaki made her way to her room, immediately flopping face-forward onto her bed. Being an actress was harder than it seemed. You had to be fake all the time- everything you did was to please the media. Sometimes she wondered what her life would be like if she used her college degree and became something more common; like a doctor, teacher, lawyer...
Misaki yawned, and she felt her eyelids getting heavy. Deciding she'd done enough today, she allowed herself to doze off. The next few days were going to be very stressful. She mentally prepared herself for it, as she drifted off to sleep.
7:33 A.M.
Misaki's P.O.V.
Today, I didn't have any photoshoots, interviews, or other things of that sort, so I had the entire day to read over and memorize my script.
I make my way to the small kitchen, and thought about foods I could make that didn't involve cooking. Yep, I can't cook for my life. I literally burn bread in the toaster.
Eventually, I decided to settle for milk and cereal. Soon after, I heard Sakura stomp down the stairs. A bit of squealing could be heard from her, as well. Something good must've happened.
"Sakura!" I call. She rushes over to the kitchen. "Did something happen?" I ask. She nods enthusiastically, jumping up and down.
"Yes, yes, yes! Kuuga's coming over later~" she gushes. I groan.
"Can you go over to his place instead?" I complain. Sakura gives me a confused look.
"Why? What's wrong with him coming over?" she asks, a pout on her face. I sigh.
"He always eats all our food when he comes over..." I say. "And he's a complete slob. He leaves the house a mess before he leaves," I add. Sakura rolls her eyes.
"You're just jealous because you don't have a boyfriend," she retorts, sticking her tongue out at me.
"I am not!" I quickly say back, offended by her remark.
"Yes you are!" she teases.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are-" Sakura tries to continue, only to be cut off by a knock on the door. She squealed.
"Ahh! That must be him!" she runs over to the door and swings it open. "KUUGIEEEE~" she squeaks sweetly. I almost throw up in my mouth. Did she just say Kuugie? What has the world come to...?
"Sakura," he greets back, patting Sakura on the head. They make their way inside the house, and I just sit here eating my milk and cereal.
"Sakura, do you have the script?" I ask her, suddenly remembering about it. She nods.
"Yes, yes! It's in my room, let me go grab it real quick," she responds, dashing across the house. Kuuga takes a seat next to me.
"Which movie are you trying to get into?" he asks casually. I shrug.
"I don't know. All I know is it's a movie by Director Hirayama," I say, putting another spoonful of cereal into my mouth. Kuuga's jaw drops.
"Are you joking?!" he yells, obviously surprised. I shake my head.
"Nah. He called Sakura and asked for me to audition," I add casually. His eyes widen in surprise.
"He wanted you to audition personally as well? That's crazy!" he exclaims. Soon enough, Sakura comes running back with a binder full of papers in her hands. She sets it down in front of me.
"You will be auditioning as Melanie Summers," Sakura informs me. I flip through the thick stack of papers.
"Alright, sounds good to me," I grin.
"Great. Now, Kuuga, lets play the game of Life!" she cheers. I laugh at her innocence and childishness. "Oh, Misaki, wanna join us?" she asks. I shake my head.
"No thank you, I have to memorize all of this," I frown, fingering the pages. She gives me a sympathetic look before running off to her room with Kuuga.