Solo Idol Manager (Blog only)

 

Pic Sauce: https://twitter.com/spring_1326/status/1294267543142543360

 

Just a quick one that was inspired by some twitter art that I saw, so I've brought it to the blog only. Usually with something like this I wouldn't finish it, and instead try to revisit the concept later. But I might reuse some of the phrasing.

Text: 

“Eeeep!”
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Why am I like this… She’s—He’s my friend, somewhere in there. But I can never say anything, why would I, what’s the point… Ugh, why did we make that stupid wish?

We were just two guys who liked idols, him a little more than me. But of course, we were born as guys, with no talents, so we were destined to always be on that side of the stage. I never had a problem with that, and he didn’t either, but I know he would sometimes fantasize about what it would be like to be one of them—getting to experience it all first-hand, having it be your entire life and your job and your identity.

That wishing coin that we found, we were sure that it was fake. But that didn’t stop us from talking. I knew that he wanted to be an idol. It wasn’t a bad wish—if you could make anything come true, you might as well aim for the impossible. I didn’t really have anything, and I didn’t share in his desire—but he said that if it was real, that he hoped that I could be his manager. I immediately dismissed the idea—I’d only produced a couple terrible songs back in middle school, and I wasn’t eager to enter the creative world. I knew I’d be terrible at it. But somewhere, something triggered, and here we are…

I didn’t remember asking to become a girl as well. But that was it, we were stuck like this. She became the perfect idol, just her type—happy and upbeat, with a strong presence and unending stamina. But I fear the mental changes went too far—she doesn’t usually talk about her previous life, and often, it’s like she doesn’t even remember it. But I know, deep down, it’s always got to be on her mind. These idols, they are very good actors, but I think I can see through this one.

As for my job, well, let’s just say that I suddenly became extremely useless at doing anything that wasn’t directly related to her success as an idol. And let me tell you, going solo is not easy at all in this industry, even if you’re as talented and beautiful as she is… I mean, no, she’s just objectively good looking, as all idols should be… Compared to that, I’m just an average, unassuming girl—I have no idea why she likes me so much!