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You finally got up from bed, oh how you already regretted doing that. The pillow was so soft…the mattress felt so nice…but you can’t go back to sleep. You have to practice for your next performance. Which, was already coming pretty soon. Even with the short rest you guys had- which would normally help you a bit, you still felt the same as right after the tour. Odd, indeed it was. But it’s just your body telling you that you need more rest, and you really do…practice felt like it took forever, every imperfection felt noticeable for whatever reason. Oh well, just another thing to keep you up at night. Hopefully these imperfections wouldn’t be noticeable during the actual show. If they were, oh how much heat you’d be in. The entire internet pointing them out. Never mind that, focus. Focus on how you should be dancing, singing. How you should look. For everyone in the audience, for them all. To make them happy, to make yourself happy.
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Practice was finally over, you had time to yourself. Though barely any, you had fan calls soon, fan calls you had to live stream. How exhausting…In the time you had, you turned on the TV. The first thing you saw was- no way…Chuuya..? It couldn’t be, but DIDNT he say he was helping out that Dazai guy..? You looked at the headline, “Mafia executive Chuuya Nakahara seen aiding the armed detective agency, current terrorists on the run.” Shit. It was him, it was real. Wait- mafia executive??? You didn’t know that…what you also hadn’t noticed is how everyone in the room was looking at you. Your face was pale from pure shock. One of them spoke,
”Are you okay..? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…”
you snapped out of it the second the girl spoke. Were you even ok? Yeah…very ok. You simply nodded your head in return, turning your attention back to the TV. The girls all shared a look, there was definitely something up with you…