Episode 67 – Encountering the Real Thing

Now, thinking back, Mia san met in a way that made no sense to me.
No, she is familiar with my first name from the beginning, Brooks san?

At any rate, I went home that day and did an image search to see if it was her or not, but I still thought it looked like the face I had seen at that public bathhouse.
Let’s hope it’s just my imagination.

The next day, I received a call from Mirei.

[You’ve made your debut as a composer, now get on the radio.]

Mysterious imperative form, but maybe this is out of concern

I have not yet publicly announced that I have decided to make my debut as a composer or that I will be changing my name.
I just told someone who has been a great help to me as a composer, and now I’m with an unknown composer who hasn’t even released a song yet.

I would like to think that Mirei was also concerned about those things and suggested this……

And this offer was a great deal for me.

Like I said, I’m in a position where I desperately need to raise my profile.
It’s called connections, and well, I’ll use the connections I have.
It’s like a save data transfer, like a remnant from when I was Kazashiro Rei.

Also…if I’m not working, I’ll remember what happened yesterday.

It’s not confirmed yet, but the thought that maybe I had seen that Mia Brooks naked was all I could handle.
To top it all off, I even composited Mia’s appearance on TV with a nude photo I had inadvertently saved in my head yesterday.

It is indeed a human being out of his mind.

By the way, when I left yesterday, she said [Well, contact me here tomorrow! promise!] But of course, I can’t.
If it was Mia, I would be too afraid to call or text her, and if it wasn’t Mia, I would just be suspicious.
As you can imagine, there was no way I could contact her.

-and well, in light of all that, I decided to accept Mirei’s invitation today.

This was the first work of the composer “Nagishiro Rin”.

“I-It’s being a long time”

So I had come to the building where 00 Broadcasting Corporation, where I had interned before, was located.
Mirei was not here yet, but I had a lot of people I wanted to say hello to, so I came a little after noon.

“Oh, Kazashiro sensei! “
“It’s been a while!”
“Hey, have you grown taller?”
“You, Are you an old relative ?”

When I visited their office, they warmly welcomed me despite my sudden appearance.
The homey atmosphere doesn’t seem to have changed.

Everyone stops working and comes over here.
But a shadow comes running toward me before anyone else.

“Kazashiro sensei!”

President. Miki san.

A strap with a holder containing an IC card is hung from her neck, and her hair is swept to the side.

He is a 40-plus year old man with a good-looking physique and a good-natured appearance.
In fact, he seems to be well-liked and is much admired by his employees.

“Um, it’s too close…..”
“Oops, excuse me!”

His agile movements are unimaginably agile from his plump body.
A setting with a useless gap.

“Long time no see, Miki san”
“Yes, I missed you very much, too!”

From there I got to talk a little about what’s been going on. …… mainly mine.

[I was surprised to see your face on YouTube, or I heard your song the other day, too.]
I’m happy to talk about myself, but it’s embarrassing and I’d rather hear the story on 〇〇 broadcast anyway. Or rather, embarrassing.

“How is Miki san these days?”
“Me? Lately,employees have been strict again, saying [Increase my salary] or [You should work too]…”

That’s a well-rounded person, isn’t it? That’s why you’re so carefree, isn’t it?
All the employees are nodding their heads in the background, but that’s acting or a play to get laugh, right?
There’s something about one person who is particularly murderous. ……

“Y-You’re having fun right?! I’m glad.”

I’ve heard it’s best not to go too far into this conversation.

“I know it’s pretty early, but let’s have a radio meeting! Where is the broadcaster?”

I left the president as fast as I could, and then we discussed the content.

“Okay, so today’s guest was Kazeshiro rei san, or rather, Nagishiro Rin san~! See you next week!”

The radio broadcast itself went smoothly.

During the session, Mirei kept asking me things like, “When is the next song? and “Hurry up and write it down,” but I managed to get through it with the help of her assistant, Suzuki san, who helped me around.
Seriously, Mirei. Remember, …….

But she has no bad intentions and is just being honest, which again is troublesome to hate.

She is still humming “~♪” as if she is in a good mood after finishing her work.

“Thanks for today, Mirei.”
“Yeah”

Mirei responds simply when I thank her again.
The response is as simple as ever.

“Well, Mirei. When’s your next gig?”
“Hmmm~”

When Mirei silently glanced at the manager, the manager quickly showed her the calendar in her notepad.
It’s kind of a good move, and on the contrary, it’s making me cry.

“Next up is Valentine’s Day Live on Feb. 14.”
“Heeee. Are all the female artists getting together for a live show?”

Once more Mirei looks at the manager. The manager makes a large circle.
Apparently, Mirei had no grasp of anything but what she was singing.

“There’s Bob, Chibi, and Shiro.”
“Harushita san, Azusa, and Kotoha?”

Bob, chibi. Kotoha is a Shirakawa, so she said it like that. That’s terrible.

“Also, that loud one.”

Apparently, Shizuku san has become known as a noisy one.
well, she is very energetic, but then again, so is Azusa.

“Well, then, I guess I’ll go see”
“Come. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Then Mirei’s face, which had been pouting, relaxed a little.
I’m still not used to Mirei smiling, and I’m not surprised that I was taken aback.
It’s not fair that these people who don’t usually smile is smiling ……

“Hmm? What’s wrong Rin?”
“N-Nothing ! February 14. I’ll keep my schedule open.”

I Record it in a notepad in my brain. When I get home, I’ll write down my schedule on my computer.

I left 00 Broadcasting with such thoughts in my mind.

It was already around 20:00, so I took the train down to the nearest station and bought dinner at a convenience store. I went home immediately.

I was completely out of it, perhaps from a sense of accomplishment for the first time in a long time, and I fell into despair as soon as I got home.

“Welcome back. You’re back late.”

In this cold winter, someone had parked the car in front of the apartment building and was waiting for me.

A woman of exceptional proportions with blonde hair that shines even in the dark.
The way she gets out of her car and walks toward me is strangely eye-catching, and I am transfixed by her every move.

Even in this cold weather, she is showing her supple legs to the fullest, and she is oddly sexy.
On top she wears a coat of a less conspicuous color, but it matches so well that it looks as if it were made for her.

Above, it is exceptionally well-proportioned and beautifully shaped.
The contradiction of being mature while remaining juvenile could not be more natural, and it is both cute and beautiful.

“Ah, Um….”

There, I finally recognized that she was “real”.
Not by logic, but by instinct.

She was unmistakably Mia Brooks, whom I met yesterday at the public bathhouse.