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her heartbeat echoed in her ears as she prepared to walk on stage.
She looked out from the sidelines of the stage to see how many people had actually showed up. There were people everywhere. As far as she could see there were people. This was probably the most people she had ever seen in her life. Of course, that’s not true. She had been to a concert to see her own parents when she was little. Ever since that day, she had strived to become more successful than the two of them combined. Today was that day. This was what she had been working for since she could remember. This was the reason she hadn’t eaten a real meal since she graduated. This was why she hadn’t seen momo for over a month.
‘Damnit, why did I have to think of her right before a show?’ She thought.
There was no time to dwell on her lack of contact with the woman. They had known each other since middle school. Both their parents were well off so they both went to a private middle school, but went to different high schools. Momo continued on the private school route, while Jiro went to a public school to meet new people.
However, even though they went to different high schools and university’s, they always kept in contact with each other. Until that fateful day.
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She finally had a day off. She finally managed to convince her manager to let her take one day off. Momo was a famous model, she had been on the cover of multiple different magazines. When she had graduated university, there had been a long line of different magazines looking into hiring her. She hadwanted to be a doctor but her parents told her to take the job. She couldn’t refuse her parents.
Now, after months and months of hard work and sleepless nights, she was finally able
To relax at a concert.
Her and her manager walked into the VIP section of the large festival that Jiro was headlining in. Her Jiro. She was ecstatic just thinking of her childhood best friend - and crush - being a part of such a big event.
“I’m going to go get some drinks, would you like one?” Her manager offered, turning to her with his signature grin.
“Yes please, maybe a can of beer?” She replied, smiling back at him.
His smile dropped.
“Beer? Are you kidding?! Even if it is your day off, doesn’t mean you can get fat again!” He says, his voice raising in volume and in anger.
“I-I’m sorry osamu.” She says, her body deflating in defeat.
“Good. I’ll get you a water.” He finalises, walking away.
She sighs as she faces back to the stage, waiting for jiro to come and start her performance.
Almost as if she had summoned her, suddenly the stage lit up and the crowd started pulsing as one. Her eyes lit up as she saw the woman she had spent years of her life pining for, run onto the stage, a purple guitar in tow. “How’s everyone doing today!” She shouts into the microphone standing at her lips.
The lips that kissed momo that night.
Everyone cheers as she starts to introduce the band behind her. Denki especially stands out to momo as he also went to school with them. After the rest of the introductions, jiro starts to play a melody on her guitar, denki following suit by playing the bass of the song. The rest of the instruments start too, all of them mixing together to create a perfect harmony.
Then, jiro starts singing.
It’s as if momo is taken to another world. Her voice is soft but loud enough to outshine the rest of the band. While everyone else sings along and dances, momo is stuck in place, mesmerised by her voice.
The rest of the night flys by in a blur of cheering and crying to the beat of the song. Somehow, by some kind of miracle, her manager was able to get back stage passes. They walk to the back to meet the band, electricity flowing through momos body at the thought of seeing Jiro after all these years. The last time she saw her was that god awful house party she got roped into hosting. That didn’t end well. Thankfully, they were mature adults now so they could probably get over all the drama from back then. Even so, that didn’t stop the wave of nausea, crashing over her as the familiar sight of her deep purple hair came into view. Her eyes grow as she attempts to find any way to get away from the situation. Alas it was too late. Jiro turned around before Momo had the chance to escape.
“Momo..?”