CHAPTER 5:
UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER!
Three days from today we will be having our little trek to Chess Canyon. I've heard talks about it. It's labeled as the "King and Queen's Chess Canyon" because of its magnificent showcase of its landscapes that is said to leave anyone who sees it in awe.
Anyways, to see is to believe.
"Mom, Dad, don't forget I'll be trekking this weekend," I reminded my parents. They tend to forget, so I have to make sure that they don't or else they might tell me to attend some fancy parties that they, themselves, don’t want to attend.
I’ve been playing proxy for them in parties and meetings since in my third year of middle school. They said it’s a good way for me to know the business fast. I don’t go alone, though, my dad’s trusted secretary always came with me.
"I heard that Sakura will be the sole featured photographer at this month's issue of Extreme Photography Monthly, isn't it right, Hon?" my mom looked at my dad.
They're also a fan of Sakura ever since then; for three years, Sakura has been exhibiting her works at our exhibition halls; every single one of it. And I'm sure they've met up with her a million times already. Well, it's not like I don't know who the real Sakura is now.
I would like to tell my parents that I’ve met up with the real Sakura, and they don’t have to keep it from me. But witnessing how they’ve covered up for her every single time; there’s no point in asking at all.
"I have to go," I stood up from the table after finishing up my meal and took my bag, "Mom, Dad, don't forget okay?" I reminded again then head over to them and kissed their foreheads before finally leaving.
Today is the day I head to school, full of anticipation to meet Aimi. I have never imagined before that, that tomboy has a magic touch. I thought she can only show her greatness on canvass.
"You seem down so early in the morning Naoki," our driver, Jim, noticed.
"Mm... not so much—I guess," I answered him. "Hey, Jim..." I called.
I saw him looked at me through the mirror.
"What if you finally met the person whom her work you've admired for so long?” I asked, “Wait, let me rephrase it; you met the person you admired for so long but felt slightly different? I mean, you're not even excited about it? Why is that?" I riddled him. I'm not sure if I conveyed to him my question properly or not.
"Hm... you said she works, right? Maybe, it’s the work you love and not the person?" he replied.
Huh? I don’t get him at all. How can you love only the work and not the person behind it?
“Uh, how would I say this,” he seemed troubled trying to explain it to me in simpler form, “Hm—it’s like; for example, you might come to love a good book, and you would say, ‘I love the author, she writes great novels’. But the truth is, you are just being driven of your love of her works that you end up thinking you love her too.”
“Oh, I see,” I haven’t grasp the whole idea yet, but I understand what he’s trying to say, more or less.
"Or," Jim continued, "Maybe she's not the person you think she is?"
I was at a loss with his last statement. I’m not sure if he meant that I expected so much of Sakura that when I met her I was disappointed because she’s not the person I thought she was, or, if I was mistaken and claimed that Aimi is Sakura; which she actually is not.
But what about the pictures and everything then? Could there be another photographer as good as Sakura? Even Tim said it was just like Sakura’s; his experience in photography is that of a pro critic. He can’t be wrong about that, can he?
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Teen Fiction[EDITING, again] Naoki Graen, Sakura's avid fan, has been fed with unreliable informations about his Idol, his Venus and his Muse. When he finally did meet her, the reasons behind her hidden identity was even surprising than the person itself.
