Monotone Hj5. Kuu Kuu Harajuku

Concert Coming? Oh my bore...

"Suddenly it's not going to be about me anymore..." little old Angel stared at her boring clothes.

"Suddenly, we won't be able to see only ourselves, we're not the only thing that matters." tiny Music adjusted her dyed hair.

"Suddenly, it's more than just us, it's the bland you love, the bleak you care for, the yuck you need." itty bitty G tugged on plain shoes.

"I have to confess, it's weird to me, these monotone outfits... To know you share that depressed feeling, that you're no longer pop." Angel spun and cried.

"Oh, we're going to be having a wonderful time! It's the season and we have our the season pass!" Baby eased the pain.

"You can't have that..." the Monotone A.I. burned their passes with a blow torch.

"Our last manager had fun set in the system!" G fluffed her bleached hair.

"Who cares? You always hear people brag... They have love, It's abhorrent. I sense it and destroy." the A.I. stood them in a straight line.

"Eww." Love looked down at the all black set.

"What now?" the robot blipped at them aggressively.

"This whole change thing is hard. I mean it, it isn't fair!" Angel cried.

"Yeah! Isn't it wrong? Our old songs were better! There were people who heard the words and would play along, they didn't have a self funeral!" Music shouted at the machine.

"I do not understand. I can not analyze colors." the machine pointed a laser, snapping pics.

"But we calculate you may have color desire within your cerebral programming." Love felt tears fall.

"Love is right. I can't dress or sing without you girls peppy. We have to style and stay together." G shouted.

"Yuck... There's one or two things that are more important. I care more of the welfare of the band." the robot snapped another pic.

"Aww... I wish there was something we could accomplish here but the unkawaii band is more important." Brainy bitty Baby whined.

"He has no joy in his system... I hate that we had go come back... I'm not sure we can even keep this job." Angel glanced.

"I want to kick that bot so bad, it's only like the proper thing to do." Music growled at the program.

"Physical attacks are horrid. Just Stop getting involved and relax." Love patted her.

"No touching, pose bland!" the A.I. shouted at the girls while they stood.

"But we're developing a photo shoot, next month a new song is coming." Baby cried.

"Exactly... We have responsibilities now, including the other people that are supposed to be here, aka the fans." G scolded.

"I'm sure the machine loves color, he just doesn't know it yet." Angel smiled.

The robot secretary in her skin tight clothes came in and whispered to the choreographer.

"I don't know if they were notified about Rudie losing his job, but I'm sure they miss him. I wish they would leave, they whine so much..." the robot flashed her eyes.

The choreographer stared back in agreement and whispered back to her.

"I'm hoping that possibly there's going to be a short time still left in his work ethic. Not just fails and pizza." he stiffly danced over to the dressing room with style.

*Rudie's Side*

"So, I'm going to go hunting round... Hopefully I'll pick up a couple of jobs today. I'm hungry and cold..." Rudie spoke to his hat, as no one was there.

"Hey cousin! How are ya!" his cousin came over to him.

"Oh I'm great! Um just have to go do a couple things! I have a future to fix and things to do, including a life to consider!" Rudie lied and blushed.

"How kawaii! That's good for ya!" his cousin smiled.

"I had this dream- things would be good, life would be going like a movie... Overall manager life would be like one of those days where good is in store for me." Rudie smiled.

"Great! Well, I better get these superstars in the party bus." his cousin left him in the plaza.

"I should be getting hj5 somewhere... But instead I'm out job shopping.
I was hoping that maybe they can talk to that manager and get free." his hat gently drifted in the breeze.

"Why can't they they spaz him out? They don't make him do fun stuff that needs to be finished? I mean it's important, to be a good band, but a bland band? It's about the image people see and the fans they get. I was supposed to come over to pick up the girls..." Rudie cried on the plaza bench.

"I just hope they come through, and remember me, that's all that is important. I just hope they remember Me." Rudie whined.