When Misa shot her first TV commercial she did it with everything she had, because her agent said she had talent and she figured it'd be wrong not to give every inch of that talent to the public. They deserved someone pretty at the end of the day. All those mediocre faces! Bored and tired and kind of overweight, all pinched and middle-aged, bathed in the unflattering glow of the television screen, lit up for just a second by what the press called her 'brilliant smile'. Yay! Misa definitely needs to do this!
She smiled, brilliantly, and offered the camera a wink. "'Cause MisaMisa asked you…?"
"Cut!"
--ugh, that man's voice was so loud and annoying…
"That's a wrap! Great! Alright, what next…?"
Misa turned to her agent, confused. "That's it?"
"Yes, Misa-chan." He wasn't going to sleep with her, really. He thought he was going to, but he was just going to have to forget about that, because Misa was saving herself for someone special. He did have a decent sort of grin, though. Cute, in a puppy-dog kind of way. "That's the end of the commercial. Now they're going to shoot a different one."
"…after all that?" She pouted, half to watch him blush. "What a pain! It seems so—" –but how was she to explain to this idiot? How it was tactless, and unromantic, and sorely disappointing—just some annoying guy yelling 'Cut' to end something like that?
"Don't worry, Misa-chan. In the commercial, the ending's the best part. The viewers just get left with that brilliant smile of yours." …Yeah, the grin was better when it got shy like that. "Everyone'll love it."
"Okay," said Misa happily. "Sounds good."
…They get a smile, and I get a Cut!
…Well, no one ever said famous would be easy.