Crud, I read my last chapter and realized there were a ton of typos. Sorry that -_-
I promise to reread this one.
TIME TO START SHOOTING!
"Did I make a face or something?" Rin asked, teal gaze pointed at the glaring lights in the ceiling, making me wonder how she still had twenty-twenty vision.
"I don't think so," I replied, trying to recall our first couple of minutes with the teal pop star Miku Hatsune. "Maybe it had something to do with what Meiko said." I straightened from where Rin and I were slouching in a sofa, waiting for the director to call us in to shoot Rin's video.
We were extremely excited to finally be turning the printed words into something real that we could share. But Miku certainly put a damper on things when she had snubbed us two days ago. In that time though, my sister and I had gotten together with Kaito and Meiko and we learned about some of the perks of our new life… such as the endless supply of bananas and oranges that continued to show up at our door.
"Kaito," I addressed my trench-coated friend, "What's a shota?"
Kaito started coughing uncontrollably in what appeared to be a combination of choking and laughing. Meiko – who, like our banana and oranges, had an endless amount of sake – sat laughing at Kaito, slapping him on the back. It didn't do much to assist his choking problem.
When he finally regained speech, he replied, "Don't worry about it, kid. Miku's… behavior has nothing, and I mean nothing, to do with that."
Meiko seemed to sober up in as much as she could (which was admittedly not a lot) and advised, "Seriously guys, don't worry about Miss Prissy. She just has a stick up her-"
"She's just not a very friendly person," Kaito interrupted, shooting a glare at Meiko.
I was just about to ask him if he knew why when Riley called for us to go to makeup. I might as well have handed in my man card right there. But maybe I already lost that when I let Rin paint my nails the previous night. I didn't really want to ponder that anymore.
We were ushered around for an hour or so during which experienced stylists messed with our hair, fussed with our clothes, and applied and reapplied makeup until we were supposedly flawless. I thought we looked the same. Do I get my man card back?
Honestly, I shouldn't be complaining because my poor sister was put through worse – after all I was only in one or two scenes because Rin's song didn't call for my excessive presence.
I was only allowed on the actual set for about five minutes while they positioned me, got a couple shots of me standing with Rin, kissing Rin's shoe, and I was shoved off to converse with whoever I could find. I found Ty.
Ty was dressed in the exact same way I had met him – three-piece suit with a shocking tie. This one was lime green. Was his first one red? I think it was. The only difference was that Ty was now holding a coffee cup.
Ty smiled when I approached him grasping a wet towel in one hand to wipe off the makeup. "Why so sober, little prodigy?"
"I'm fine," I replied. He raised his eyebrows so I added, "Seriously, I'm having fun. It's just that…" I weighed my words, "some of the people could be a bit friendlier."
Ty chuckled which caused a few angry glances from the director and cameramen. "Kid, that's showbiz. But don't worry about it. Miku acts that way to everyone. It's nothing personal. Besides, you shouldn't be worrying about her."
"What else do I have to worry about?"
He blinked, then a pained expression crossed his face. "You have to make this video a hit. If it doesn't get at least a hundred thousand hits, I'll have to pull you guys from the company."
Hope you guys liked that! (I really hope there aren't as many typos as there were last time)
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