Perfect Song
Foreword-
AKB48 are a Japanese Idol group who were created so that
fans may get to interact with their idols, they have frequent events where you
have the chance to meet your idols and their live shows are an intimate affair.
However I have never been good at reviews or dealing with the reality of the
matter so choose instead to write a small piece of fiction revolving around
some of the central girls.
Cast –
The primary cast are based on members of AKB48, the
surrounding female cast also mostly consist of AKB48 members although they
shall have significantly lower roles in the story. However I shall not be using
AKB48 as a single idol group at all, there are just too darn many to create
anything meaningful or interesting.
Kojima Haruna – Team A
Oshima Mai – Team A
Ono Erena – Team K
Minegishi Minami – Team A
Komatani Hitomi
Genre
Romance/Drama/SciFi/Girls Story
Perfect Song
Laying on her side she gently squeezed at the cat patterned
quilt as she pulled her knees up to her midriff and sighed. Her fringe had
flopped away and the bangs that normally framed her perfect face instead
obscured it. Her ear poked out slightly from her thick full mane, the small
black studs of her earphones baring the BI logo. She looked at the back of her
hand for a moment and then slowly covered her face with outstretched fingers. She
stared at a stuffed toy cat sat on a small chair next to her makeup dresser.
She was number one. The lead singer of the most popular idol
band in New Europa, so why was it she felt so empty. She asked herself that
time and time again. She was able to smile on demand but couldn’t ever remember
smiling for herself. She loved to sing though, that alone compelled her to go
on. Yet she didn’t know why, she put up a façade to hide herself completely
from even the closest of friend…
She dropped her hand to the side her head and rolled onto
her back. The ceiling was plain and uninspiring. The track playing through her
ear phones was a compilation of recent instrumentals the composers had compiled
for her and the group. The same nondescript stuff they always sent, her mind
rapidly formed ordinary lacklustre lyrics that would sate the bland corporate
masses that made up the proportion of their audience.
“When did it change?” Her voice chimed quietly.
She flicked the switch on her music player, sat up and
looked at her alarm clock, it was a brand new Hansai holographic projector
model. The time, projected onto a soft background covered in kittens and clouds
read ten past eight am. She was late again.
Beep. Beep. Her music paused and a message appeared in front
of her eyes “incoming call – Hiichan” she let out a groan and fell back into
bed answering the call.
“Haruna – where are you?”
“At home, laying in bed. Why?”
“You’re supposed to be at the studio. The marketing guys are
really angry.”
“Heh, my heart bleeds – it really does.”
“Haruna…” Hiichan sighed, she was Haruna’s best friend and fashion
adviser to the group. Haruna frowned and looked at the clock again.
“I’ll be there soon.”
“You’re a star!”
click
“Don’t mention it.” Haruna answered but Hiichan had already
hung up.
She was already dressed, a long loose white dress with
intricate lace decorating the low cut collar and thigh high light pink
stockings. She stood up and unruffled the bottom of her skirt and shook her
head and flicked her hands through her hair in a single flawless action so that
it fell back into place. She grabbed her pink cardigan from the back of her
chair, opened her shoe cabinet and looked for her white ankle high boots
amongst the hundred or so pairs of shoes within. Finding them took a moment,
she put them on carefully and tied the laces, finally picking up her SongBird
bag and leaving her room.
“Haruna! Your agent has been phoning since seven! Why didn’t
you open your door when I knocked!” Her father shouted as she walked past
ignoring him entirely. Her step mother was stood by the door scowling like an
old witch.
“You should be more responsible.” Her stepmother hissed.
Haruna opened the door, then turned to face the house and
put on her best smile.
“I’m going now. Have a nice day.” She then turned and walked
out.
She lived on the seventy second floor of the Skylight Residential
District, the accommodation was provided by MediaSense her management company. Three
years ago her and the other members parents had convinced the group that
signing the MediaSense contract was the best way forward. Skylight was a high
class corporate district, only the wealthiest people and the most critical of
corporate assets were permitted. Everything was bright and well maintained – the
cyber interface terminals and virtuality net projectors were all cutting edge,
fresh from the corporate labs at Orbital.
It took her just over a minute to reach the monorail station
door, the entrance system scanned her on arrival, checking her security clearance
and directly charging her credit account. When the train arrived it was full of
men in black featureless suits with silver virtuality studs and brief cases. The
woman wore equally featureless black dress suits, or company uniforms the sort
warn by door staff and tour guides. Bland and featureless. There were no
students on the train at this time as schools tended to start at half past
seven, students she found were the last rare glimpses of colour she came across
in Skylight. She walked in and held onto a support bar and stared out of the
window as the train shot past other, less wealthy residential zones, where hundreds
stood on platforms waiting for the slower and fuller trains.
She took a moment to flick over the in transit advertisements
