Akira sat in her bed, her laptop in front of her, holding onto her pillow as if it was the only thing keeping her alive. The summer season had just started, which meant the end of the "summer rush", and she couldn't be any happier. Akira had given herself a week off, a "Celebration of the work that I have done and that the artists have done in which to create a better world of music" (her words, not mine).
So now, it was around 6:00 am and Akira was in the middle of binge-watching a new anime that had just been released. It was something that she didn't get to do often due to her job (a true tragedy). So, there she sat, the only light in her room being emitted from her computer screen, hair carelessly messy, pajama-clad, and eyes red from the constant staring at the screen in front of her. Did she care? Not at all.
As the closing credits played, Akira went to go to the next episode, the current one being left on an evil cliff hanger. When she went to click on it, nothing happened, and after clicking on the 'next' button a few more times, she noticed the dull color it was compared to the 'previous' button.
"Oh no, oh no no NO NO NO!!!" Akira started shouting, hitting her head against the pillow she had held oh so closely. "Why now?!?!" She groaned, falling onto her back, pillow shoved into her face as she let out a muffled scream.
After about a minute or so of screaming, Akira decided to pig out on some ice cream to distract herself from the empty pit that was left in her heart by the story.
Akira now sat in the desolate kitchen, the only sound coming from her spoon forcefully digging into the ice cream container, taking her anger out on the poor ice cream (it has feelings you know!!! #icecreamrights). All she wanted to do was march right on down to the animation studios and demand that they show her the next episode, and maybe even the rest of the season too.
So, as any reasonable person would do at 7:00 am, she went down to the animation studio.
During this, the early-rising brothers just stared at Akira, somewhat afraid to ask her what was wrong, simply knowing from her body language that she was not to be bothered in her state of mourning.
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Akira marched into the animation studio, as determined as I am to not fail my classes. Walking towards the front desk, Akira greeted the receptionist with a smile. "Hello, I was wondering if I could meet with the producers of (insert anime name here)?" She asked sweetly, not wanting to be a bother to her (at least not right away). "Ah, and you are?" She asked, looking down at a list of appointments. "Ah, I'm Ishibashi Akira," She said proudly, standing up straighter.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ms.Ishibashi, I don't have you down for an appointment today, nor ever, would you like to-" The receptionist was in the middle of saying, before being interrupted by a slim, short man. "Excuse me ma'am, but did you say that your name was Ishibashi Akira?" He said, pushing up the glasses that rested on his face. "Um, yes?" Said girl questioned, confused as to why he was asking. "Ishibashi Akira, the idol trainer?" He questioned, sounding almost excited in a way. "Um, yes?" She answered again, still unsure why he was asking.
"H-hello Ms.Ishibashi, I am Sueno Yatsuhiro, you might know me from my work on (insert the same anime's name here)" Mr.Sueno said, extending his hand out to her for her to shake, which she did. Akira was stunned (and still confused), the director of (insert same anime's name here) 1. was talking to her, and 2. knew of her.
"I-I'm sorry Mr.Sueno, but may I ask why you are talking to me? I don't mean to be rude, but I am just a bit confused," Akira said, her hand reaching around to the back of her neck, rubbing it awkwardly. "Ah! Yes, that!" He said, forgetting why he had originally started talking to her. "Well, to be forward, I am currently working on an idol-based anime, but the voice actors seem to be having a bit of trouble getting into character," He said as he started walking, beckoning for Akira to follow. "And, I've been trying to figure out how to help them improve, and with hearing your name, I got an idea," He said, now sitting at his desk in his office, Akira sitting down in a chair across from him.
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