Uh my bad english project that I ripped off of two hello morning english speaking thingies. :D
100% baby
It’s appropriately titled IDOL
I made up the Pop project on FM fuji thing
how tf would I know where sanmasan is actually from
srs.
IDOLIDOL
People say that idols are just like everyone else, except they have to sing instead of signing papers, or doing normal work that normal people do. Most idols would say, “Yeah, that’s right!” because they wanted to be treated normal too. But not me; I know that being an idol, you have to be something that normal people can idolize. Like, if I can sing and dance well, that means others will practice and be able to do the same, and if I’m thin and healthy, people will try and become more healthy themselves. That’s why I spent almost two hours working solely on my appearance every morning.
One morning in July, the members of my group and I were selected to be on the radio show “Pop♥Project” on FM FUJI, which is Tokyo’s most influential radio station. Being a radio station, and not a TV show, you’d think that one would not have to try so hard on their appearance. However, I curled my hair, applied my makeup, and was just about to curl my eyebrows when I realized I should have left about fifteen minutes ago. I ran to the subway station, as fast and as unladylike as I could go.
I caught the train just before the doors closed. A man sitting close to the door said to me, “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to run for the train.” I bowed my head to him and thanked him for his kindness, but I really thought he was quite creepy. I wondered if he had a wife and children, and if his wife knew that he said these things to younger girls. I didn’t waste much time thinking about it. I had gotten used to it.
When I heard the voice over the intercom say in its monotone voice, “Next stop-Shibuya Station. Please remember to collect your belongings. Have a nice day!” I got up and hurried out of the station, heading quickly towards the giant office building that was only a block away and could be clearly seen. I rang the buzzer and said clearly. “Ai Takahashi of Morning Musume.” I jumped a little when the door opened for me. That reminded me of that one time when my mentor, Yoshizawa-san said, “You’re so much like my grandfather, he’s so technologically dumb he doesn’t go through automatic doors because he’s scared they will close and slice him in half.”
I knocked on the door of the recording room, and an assistant let me in. I was welcomed with a “Well, it looks like the generally punctual Ai-chan has finally showed up!” which was SANMAsan, the radio host. It seemed they were already on air.
I sat in my seat next to the sub leader, Risa. I was the leader, so I was the man focus of the show.
“So, Ai-chan, what were you doing that made you so late?” Sanma asked.
“I wasn’t really that late, was I? You’ve only been on air for five minutes.” I responded, trying to put on my cute voice.
“True, but I’m sure the entire audience would like to know. Your hesitance to reply suggests that it may be something personal.”
I laughed. “No, no. I was just getting myself ready, and I took too long.”
“If you took so long, why is it that you haven’t drawn on your eyebrows today?”
I opened my mouth to respond smartly, but I couldn’t form the words. How exactly DID I forget? I always did that first. My lack of eyebrows was probably my worst feature.
“But,” Risa put in, probably to try and save me. “She draws her eyebrows so well; it’s really hard to realize she doesn’t have any. Right?”
“Hum, a compliment mixed in with a burn.” Sanma laughed. “So please, let’s move on! How do you feel with the release of your new single? It’s different from your others, isn’t it?”
The rest of the interview went by in a blur. He kept asking us questions about our songs, and our childhoods, and why we decided to join Morning Musume. I answered all of his questions flawlessly, but all I could think about were my eyebrows. How un-idol like of me.
