"Hurry up, Misaki-kun!" Aya-san whispered as I quickly followed behind her. After the interview with the monthly Idol's Star magazine, the two of us were rushing to the filming studio for the Indigo Breeze Show. Sweat ran down one side of my neck, though seeing how cold it was that day, it's almost seemed impossible. But when you're wearing so much clothing to cover your face, it was kind of natural to have your face red from heat rather than the cold.

Pressing down on my hat, I dashed down the streets through the crowds of business men and woman, arriving at the studio only 20 minutes before the due filming time.


"Sit. Close your eyes. Don't move."

Instructions flew in my face as I entered the dressing room and I immediately followed her saying. Though these things were what a stylist would do, Aya-san had been doing them ever since I had debut.

"Aya-san…"

I opened my mouth to thank her but I instantly stopped as she frowned at me.

Oops…

I stared at the mirror that lay in front of me, and watched as I changed from me to the 'me' in work. No matter how many times I saw the process, I could never get used to it.

Changing clothes, putting on make up. You could seriously see how they could completely change who the person is. Not just on the outside, but in the inside as well; Though the process was uncomfortable, as soon as it's done, I felt like someone else and new. Both in a positive and negative way. I could never have the confidence to stand up in the limelight as myself, as much as I wanted to.

"You're done, Misaki-kun. Hurry." Aya-san said as she did the finishing touches of my new hair style. Patting my back, she pushed my out of the dressing room, "You break a leg, alright?"

Nodding, I rushed to the filming studio alongside Aya-san, entering just in time.


"It's nice to meet you again, Mikaze-san. Please take care of me today." I smiled and bowed.

I felt the eyes of the tealet face this way for a moment, "Mm, me too." After his brief words, he turned back the way he was facing.

Was this the weird feeling I got in the meeting or is this just that he's being cold towards me…?

I raised my head, slightly frowning before checking through the script and cues. Though it was not aired live, there was an audience. The camera would be rolling the whole time and redoes would not be forgiven.

The set was fairly large. On one side, there was an indigo blue curtain which covered the doors in which I was to enter from. A matching carpet ran down the stairs which lead to the centre of the set, which would be where the talk show would take place most of the time. Two teal sofas sat opposite each other, a small, white tea table in between. Flowers sent by the staff and audience were displayed in a row at the back, creating a waterfall of petals draping under the lights which gave off a silvery sparkle. It reflected off the water droplets on the flowers, creating a beautiful wave of lights on the wall.

I snapped back into reality as the director yelled for everyone to get in to position. Aya-san took my script and gave me a thumbs up.

I let in a deep breath, and walked to the set, hiding behind the blue curtains.

"'I would like to call for tonight's guest!'" I muttered under my breath, checking my cues for the final time.

In… Out…

I breathed slowly.

In… Out…

I closed my eyes then snapped them open as I slapped myself.

I can do this.

Assuring myself, I stood in position behind the curtains as it opens in time with the cue.

"Hello!" I bowed shallowly towards the camera and the audience for a second before walking down the carpeted steps on the set. Claps erupted from the audience, and I could see the audience shaking towels and fans with either Ai or me on it. Waving happily, I approached the seats and took a bow before both of us sat down.

"Tonight's guest is the idol who's popularity is rising rapidly recently; It's Tsukishita Misaki! It's great to have you here today."

"Thank you, it's a pleasure."

It was the first time I had actually seen Mikaze-san's work first hand, but it was amazing how his aura changed in front of the camera. It didn't feel fake, though it may not be how his real personality was.

Of course, since I was also an idol like him, I could be falling behind just because he was my senior.

"So you've had a joint live with Starish just a few days ago. I've actually taken the pleasure of going to watch it." Mikaze-san spoke, "I fairly enjoyed it, in fact."

I laughed lightly, nodding, "Sorry about the fact that I didn't get to greet you then. I'm glad that you're enjoyed it nonetheless. It was the first time I had collaborated with anyone in a live performance, so I was nervous, but I was glad it was with Starish as I have had some acquaintance previously.

The staging was also pretty amazing. It was a privilege to be able to perform on such a large stage. Everyone was really into it, and I felt very connected to each person in the space."

Connected and as one. I felt comfortable.

I knew that Mikaze-san was there that day, but the fact didn't bother me. It was probably because of the fact that I was so into the mood that I got washed away with it.

I mean, I shouldn't be doing that; I should be holding my ground and I should be the one pulling everyone through, along with Starish, and not being pulled by them.

Thinking straight, I still had a long way to go.

"Yes, it was. I could see your improvements." Mikaze-san replied, "I'm sure there are some people here who have gone to the live…?"

He looked out to the audience, who called out 'Yes' in return.

I thanked them and returned my gaze to my senior.

"So, to know more about Misaki-san, our channel staff have created a special panel." The tealet referred to a blue and white board which stood behind the seats, "Each section has a topic on it which we would talk about. Okay, then.

Number one: Biography."

Name: Tsukishita Misaki

Age: 16

Birthday: October 11th

Birth Place: Iwate, Japan

Blood Type: A

Hobby/Skills: Going to concerts

Weak Point: Art, (Lateness via manager)

"You're hobby's going to concerts?"

I nodded, "Yes, I enjoy going to them just to have fun, or to learn from others. It was my hobby even before becoming a idol, and it still is. I think it's important to look at other people's work and seeing how they do things so I can improve. Of course, I believe there are things that you can only learn from yourself or through personally experience.

No matter what you see, if you don't put the effort into it, you wouldn't ever get better."

"Yes, I agree. But what about your artistic talents then?"

I bit my lip and laughed uneasily, stating that I had tried and gotten slightly better than before, but that I couldn't draw at all.

"And your manager has told us that she would like your to improve on your lateness."

…Aya-san…

"That… Uhm, it's slowness, not lateness.

It seems like I have slow movements? I mean, I can dance and such, but I have a terribly slow walking speed. The same applies to changing, and every time I finish a job, it takes much longer for me to get ready to move studios than anyone else.

But I'm working on it. Recently I've been able to get ready in the morning in 30 minutes."

Mikaze-san sighed and shook his head, "You still have a long way to go, don't you?"

I frowned as small laughs sounded from the audience and asked Mikaze-san in return about how long he took.

"It's confidential information. But I can say that I'm way quicker than you.

In any case, there's been several requests asking for you to draw something, so we have prepared a special plan."

Mikaze-san received a piece of white cardboard with a pen, along with a box.

"There are pieces of paper with a theme on each of them. I would like you to draw accordingly."

The tealet passed me the cardboard and pen, as I nodded uneasily.


I let out a breath as the recording ended. Thanking the staff, I exited the studio.

I can't believe the things I drew are going to be given out…

Apparently I was to sign them later.

I sighed and entered my dressing room.

As I was about to lock the door, my phone rang at my bag, and I rushed to get it.

"Hello? Aya-san?" I spoke into the phone.

"You're work's done for the day, but you don't have to return to the office today; You can go straight home. I have to go to talk to the president, so if you can go home on your own."

I nodded though she couldn't see, "Sure. Thanks, Aya-san."

Shutting my phone, I took my make up off and washed my face.

It wasn't often I could go home early like this, so I wasn't going to waste my time here.

I quickly took my top off, not noticing someone knocking the door behind me, searching through my bag.

Click

I froze, staring straight in front of me. Who was there…?

Quickly, I put my top on and spun around.

"Aya-san~ I though you were going to the office…?" I laughed uneasily and spoke up, though I knew it wasn't my manager. I could feel it even before I saw the person. The plain, cold aura that came from the person was nothing like Aya-san.

"What's this."

I averted my gaze from the person, trying to find an excuse, though failing.

This wasn't going to just simply slide.

"W-Why don't you come in?" I suggested.

The tealet sighed and shut the door behind him.

"You better have a good explanation."


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