Day 8: Tokyo Dome, backstage, T-5 minutes till show time 11:59PM
“Five minute’s till Lights up!”
“Thank you five!”
Rose fiddled with her new iphone, she had picked it up in Shibuya last week and it was already stock full of various numbers from boys and fans...whom she’d never message anyway.
“Why the hell would anyone use this thing? It won’t shut up...Android is so much better” She fiddled with her complicated updo. The teased strands of ruby red hair hair that stuck up every direction in a “messy neat sort of way”
-Bzzt!-
“Aw what another one?”
“Another what Ms.Rose?”
It was Remilia, her secretary, she held her tablet in hand eagerly typing away, probably updating Rose’s twitter or instagram.
“Another kik, these things are so pesky.”
Everytime she’d close out a conversation, another one would open from a different person. They all said the Same thing:
Eh my gosh you are so amazing! Please could you respond back by filling out a few questions for me? It would mean the world!
Remilia sucked her teeth. “Fine…” Maybe if she responded they would go away.
Name: Rose Abbot
Age: 15...1/2
Gender: Female
Occupation: Uh...Pop Idol...duh
She hit send, her phone buzzed once more:
Great! Please submit username and password!
She rolled her eyes...gawd why are some of my fans so creepy?
She moved her fingers across the screen.
Username: Solarfox
Password: Nowleavemethehellalone.
She hit “Send” with a annoyed grimaced.
“Remilia…” Rose said with a yawn.
“Yes Ms.Rose?”
“Promise me you won’t be an annoying fan…”
“Of course Ms.Rose”
and with that, she collapsed.
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