Unchangeable Hearts

Chapter 3: Indigo Breeze Show

“Hurry up, Misaki-kun!” Aya-san whispered as I quickly followed behind her. After the interview with the monthly Idol’s Star magazine, the two of us were rushing to the filming studio for the Indigo Breeze Show. Sweat ran down one side of my neck, though seeing how cold it was that day, it’s almost seemed impossible. But when you’re wearing so much clothing to cover your face, it was kind of natural to have your face red from heat rather than the cold.

Pressing down on my hat, I dashed down the streets through the crowds of business men and woman, arriving at the studio only 20 minutes before the due filming time.

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“Sit. Close your eyes. Don’t move.”

Instructions flew in my face as I entered the dressing room and I immediately followed her saying. Though these things were what a stylist would do, Aya-san had been doing them ever since I had debut.

“Aya-san…”

I opened my mouth to thank her but I instantly stopped as she frowned at me.

Oops…

I stared at the mirror that lay in front of me, and watched as I changed from me to the ‘me’ in work. No matter how many times I saw the process, I could never get used to it.

Changing clothes, putting on make up. You could seriously see how they could completely change who the person is. Not just on the outside, but in the inside as well; Though the process was uncomfortable, as soon as it’s done, I felt like someone else and new. Both in a positive and negative way. I could never have the confidence to stand up in the limelight as myself, as much as I wanted to.

“You’re done, Misaki-kun. Hurry.” Aya-san said as she did the finishing touches of my new hair style. Patting my back, she pushed my out of the dressing room, “You break a leg, alright?”

Nodding, I rushed to the filming studio alongside Aya-san, entering just in time.

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“It’s nice to meet you again, Mikaze-san. Please take care of me today.” I smiled and bowed.

I felt the eyes of the tealet face this way for a moment, “Mm, me too.” After his brief words, he turned back the way he was facing.

…Was this the weird feeling I got in the meeting or is this just that he’s being cold towards me…?

I raised my head, slightly frowning before checking through the script and cues. Though it was not aired live, there was an audience. The camera would be rolling the whole time and redoes would not be forgiven.

The set was fairly large. On one side, there was an indigo blue curtain which covered the doors in which I was to enter from. A matching carpet ran down the stairs which lead to the centre of the set, which would be where the talk show would take place most of the time. Two teal sofas sat opposite each other, a small, white tea table in between. Flowers sent by the staff and audience were displayed in a row at the back, creating a waterfall of petals draping under the lights which gave off a silvery sparkle. It reflected off the water droplets on the flowers, creating a beautiful wave of lights on the wall.

I snapped back into reality  as the director yelled for everyone to get in to position. Aya-san took my script and gave me a thumbs up.

I let in a deep breath, and walked to the set, hiding behind the blue curtains.

“‘I would like to call for tonight’s guest!’” I muttered under my breath, checking my cues for the final time.

In… Out…