Mimi was on stage. She couldn't believe it. Her first concert. Everybody had been talking about the new star in Hoshi-Hoshi and now it was time for her debut. She was wearing a dark blue skirt and a dark blue tank top with a star in the middle. The rest of the band members were wearing the same except for the skirt (they were wearing pants). Everybody was yelling and then Mimi's voice filled the place. It was sweet and melodic. Everybody got silent as if hypnotized by the song. She sang putting her heart into it and as she finished the public started yelling and clapping. Mimi felt her heart beat fast. It was the thrill of victory beating inside her.
Inside the dressing room she sighed and gave a proud smile to her reflection. She'd done it, she'd succeeded. After that day Mimi never felt the same.
A life filled with glamour had began, she'd become popular and like most idols also hated. Her fans chased her around always asking for autographs and others simply called her a bitch. Not everything in a star's life is pink, and Mimi learnt that lesson.
"So what's our popularity?"
"We're becoming less popular, we're 7th in the chart."
"Darn it..." she bit her lip while sitting down near Ruiko, one of the band members. They were at a hotel, resting a bit before their next show. They didn't share a room but were often together. Mimi drank some of her milk.
"Where's Yamato?" she could only see Ruiko, Kentaro and Mikado at the table.
"He's taking a shower..." Mikado answered with little interest, his eyes fixed on the TV.
"Then I should leave..." Mimi got up and turned around. Too late. The scene repeated. It'd happened before when they were all at Yamato's hotel room that he came out of the shower wrapped in a towel and Mimi was there to see him. She found it truly embarrassing. Luckily the media didn't know about that. Mimi blushed; she was a few inches away from him. She dropped her glass of milk and closed her eyes. Yamato dropped his towel. All the band members started laughing at the scene.
"It's not funny!" she growled turning to the boys and when she turned back to Yamato she noticed he wasn't wearing his towel. Her eyes opened wide while he knelt and picked it up. The girl covered her eyes and ran out with a last "gomen," apologizing for invading his privacy. She locked herself in her hotel room. Blushing she sat down in front of the door and started thinking about what she'd done, why was she so embarrassed? It was just a male body... just a male body... just Yamato's body... That made her blush change into a deeper shade of red.
"I think you scared her," Ruiko teased his friend, "maybe it was-" He couldn't finish his phrase thanks to Yamato's method to shut people up, the really secret technique of hitting them on the head.
"Well, I'd be scared too," Kentaro continued joking, "he seems a monster!"
Yamato rolled his eyes and sat down, "grow up will you?"
"Says the guy who secretly keeps a picture of Mimi among his stuff and doesn't tell her he loves her," Ruiko answered in a sharp tone.
"It's not that, I have pictures of all the band," he denied not even seeming embarrassed. If he was acting he should quit his job and dedicate to the acting biz.
"Whatever..." Ruiko was still not convinced, in fact: he wanted to show those 2 they were made for each other.
Inside his head a plan was being cooked. Brownie-love... Mmmm...
"He actually keeps pictures of you, really!"
"Yeah, sure!"
Ruiko had been insisting all afternoon about Yamato liking her and she didn't believe it though deep in her heart she truly wanted to. Yamato... she'd had a crush on him before, that's why she always kept her distance, because she knew she wouldn't be corresponded and didn't want to get hurt. Now she was more mature and they were working together, was it possible to avoid her feelings? She knew it wasn't, even if it wasn't because of her own experiences she knew she would end up telling him, get hurt then maybe try again or maybe feel better. Yamato had suffered a recent loss too, he wouldn't want to know about her... well, it wasn't that recent anymore was it? Maybe she had a chance.
"Mimi... wake up..." Ruiko was confused because of her sudden silence.
"Huh?" Mimi was dragged out of the thoughts swimming pool, of course she didn't see who she wanted to in front of her in a bathing suit giving her CPR.
"Sorry, I was thinking," was her only excuse... not only lame but also true.
"Well, maybe you should consider dating Yamato" he said winking.
She had considered it oh-so many times. She simply wasn't ready. Another lame but true excuse.
Ruiko's words echoed inside Mimi's head during their practice. She still managed to concentrate in what she was doing and sand like always with all her heart, soul, guts and other parts of her body. At the end she was complimented by Yamato. That smile of his gave her strength and made her feel she could do it: she would tell him the truth about her love.
Inside the dressing room she sighed and gave a proud smile to her reflection. She'd done it, she'd succeeded. After that day Mimi never felt the same.
A life filled with glamour had began, she'd become popular and like most idols also hated. Her fans chased her around always asking for autographs and others simply called her a bitch. Not everything in a star's life is pink, and Mimi learnt that lesson.
"So what's our popularity?"
"We're becoming less popular, we're 7th in the chart."
"Darn it..." she bit her lip while sitting down near Ruiko, one of the band members. They were at a hotel, resting a bit before their next show. They didn't share a room but were often together. Mimi drank some of her milk.
"Where's Yamato?" she could only see Ruiko, Kentaro and Mikado at the table.
"He's taking a shower..." Mikado answered with little interest, his eyes fixed on the TV.
"Then I should leave..." Mimi got up and turned around. Too late. The scene repeated. It'd happened before when they were all at Yamato's hotel room that he came out of the shower wrapped in a towel and Mimi was there to see him. She found it truly embarrassing. Luckily the media didn't know about that. Mimi blushed; she was a few inches away from him. She dropped her glass of milk and closed her eyes. Yamato dropped his towel. All the band members started laughing at the scene.
"It's not funny!" she growled turning to the boys and when she turned back to Yamato she noticed he wasn't wearing his towel. Her eyes opened wide while he knelt and picked it up. The girl covered her eyes and ran out with a last "gomen," apologizing for invading his privacy. She locked herself in her hotel room. Blushing she sat down in front of the door and started thinking about what she'd done, why was she so embarrassed? It was just a male body... just a male body... just Yamato's body... That made her blush change into a deeper shade of red.
"I think you scared her," Ruiko teased his friend, "maybe it was-" He couldn't finish his phrase thanks to Yamato's method to shut people up, the really secret technique of hitting them on the head.
"Well, I'd be scared too," Kentaro continued joking, "he seems a monster!"
Yamato rolled his eyes and sat down, "grow up will you?"
"Says the guy who secretly keeps a picture of Mimi among his stuff and doesn't tell her he loves her," Ruiko answered in a sharp tone.
"It's not that, I have pictures of all the band," he denied not even seeming embarrassed. If he was acting he should quit his job and dedicate to the acting biz.
"Whatever..." Ruiko was still not convinced, in fact: he wanted to show those 2 they were made for each other.
Inside his head a plan was being cooked. Brownie-love... Mmmm...
"He actually keeps pictures of you, really!"
"Yeah, sure!"
Ruiko had been insisting all afternoon about Yamato liking her and she didn't believe it though deep in her heart she truly wanted to. Yamato... she'd had a crush on him before, that's why she always kept her distance, because she knew she wouldn't be corresponded and didn't want to get hurt. Now she was more mature and they were working together, was it possible to avoid her feelings? She knew it wasn't, even if it wasn't because of her own experiences she knew she would end up telling him, get hurt then maybe try again or maybe feel better. Yamato had suffered a recent loss too, he wouldn't want to know about her... well, it wasn't that recent anymore was it? Maybe she had a chance.
"Mimi... wake up..." Ruiko was confused because of her sudden silence.
"Huh?" Mimi was dragged out of the thoughts swimming pool, of course she didn't see who she wanted to in front of her in a bathing suit giving her CPR.
"Sorry, I was thinking," was her only excuse... not only lame but also true.
"Well, maybe you should consider dating Yamato" he said winking.
She had considered it oh-so many times. She simply wasn't ready. Another lame but true excuse.
Ruiko's words echoed inside Mimi's head during their practice. She still managed to concentrate in what she was doing and sand like always with all her heart, soul, guts and other parts of her body. At the end she was complimented by Yamato. That smile of his gave her strength and made her feel she could do it: she would tell him the truth about her love.