Mei

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"Oh, you're here, Producer~" Izumi Mei looks up from her chair, setting down the plastic bottle. She sits upright in the soft velvet-padded makeup chair, mentally preparing for the stage. She swips her colorful phone, covered in stickers and rhinestones, before placing it on the dressing table in front of her. You keenly notice that the screen is dimmer than she is used to—she'd been staring at her phone for far longer than usual, revealing her anxiety.

Today will be her rare solo performance, and without Fuyuko and Asahi to share the spotlight, the audience's attention would be entirely on Mei. Essentially, solo performances are often attended by the performer's core fans, meaning their every move is under even greater scrutiny.

She purses her lips slightly and stared at herself in the mirror. Her makeup is impeccable, foundation and blush giving her already healthy skin a beautiful bronze hue. The lipstick, a glaze-like finish, emphasizes plumpness and dewy texture over color. Her eyelashes are perfectly thick, framing its curves. Her hair, freshly permed, is in wide waves, casting irregular shadows on its brown tresses. She notices your gaze and smooths it down, letting the golden ends bounce gently. The gradations of color are seamless: dark brown in the shadows, brown and light brown in the highlights, and finally, a dazzling golden hue, perfecting her beauty. Her unique appearance and makeup, set against the carefully chosen outfit and velvet chair, resemble a piece of intricately crafted gold jewelry. Yet, huddled against the chair, she looks small and helpless. You want to share the first half of your compliment with her, to tell her she's out of the world, but you also understand that she's under more pressure than ever, and formal encouragement will be hollow and unhelpful.

"I'm about to go on stage, Producer. I'll be the center of attention today." Though trying to be brave, her voice trembled slightly with anxiety: "I've practiced like crazy for today. I'm confident in my dancing and singing, but I'm alone, so I need to interact with the audience at least." She swallows, her voice lacking her usual leisurely tone. She looks up at you again, her eyes filled with bewilderment and innocence. "The thought of not having Asahi-chan and Fuyuko-chan's support makes me uneasy. I know I should be giving my best, but when I close my eyes, all I see are past mistakes. I feel like I'm losing confidence in everything I used to excel at... Producer, what should I do?"

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You stood on the platform, stamping your feet until you finally heard the train bell. The metro pulled into the station and stopped in front of you. As the gates opened, you couldn't wait to escape into the coolness of the train.

Unlike the blazing sun outside, the train's air conditioning was running strong. As the doors closed with the departure music, the interior suddenly became even cooler and more pleasant. Given the weather and the time of day, not many people were out and about, so there were a few empty seats. You leisurely chose a nearby seat and sat down.

You were lost in thought. As the train swayed for a while, you began to observe the passengers. A man in a shirt clutching a briefcase sat by the door opposite you. Next to him was an elderly woman in plain house clothes. Two elementary school students, clutching insect nets, were laughing and playing nearby. You might just glance away originally, but the next figure caught your eye: the girl sitting across from you, her brown hair gently swirling in the air-conditioning's gusts, its ends reflecting the golden sunlight on the windowpane. But what really caught your eye was her complexion, a caramel hue with a milky, smooth texture that stood out against her Japanese features, seemingly echoing the blue sky behind her, lending her a refreshing air. She was dressed in a short white dress and a straw hat, the very embodiment of summer. Despite her striking appearance, she wore only a subtle touch of makeup, complementing her outfit to create a natural beauty. She stared at the phone in her arms, her lips curling in an unconscious pout. While she looked cute, the sight of her phone startled you. It was covered in cartoon stickers and even large rhinestones, so much so that from a distance you couldn't tell what color it was originally, and you couldn't compliment it.

You could probably guess that the girl was a so-called gyaru, and you couldn't help but continue observing her. The content on her phone seemed to catch her attention. Her lips pursed even tighter, forming an O-shape. She hunched slightly closer to the screen, the collar of her dress hanging loosely around her collarbone, revealing a hint of skin beneath. She shifted her previous formal posture, crossing her legs, causing her skirt to lift slightly, revealing her honey-colored thighs.

"You've been staring too long." A voice comes from the opposite. You notice the girl glance up from her phone, a playful smile curving her lips. She lowers her legs, then stands up and comes over to you.

The gyaru plopps down next to you, leaning toward you with her hands on the chair. "You're so rude, staring at a girl's butt so openly!" Even so, her smile remains. "I know I'm quite conspicuous, but there should be limits. However... I don't mind the admiring gazes, do I?"

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「噢，你來了啊，製作人~」和泉愛依從椅子上抬起頭看你，放下手中的寶特瓶，她在鋪上柔軟天鵝絨襯墊的化妝椅上正襟危坐，提前做足上台的心理準備。她又滑了滑手中貼滿貼紙與水鑽的繽紛手機，才把它放到面前的梳妝台上，你敏銳的觀察到螢幕的亮度比她習慣的更暗――她今天盯著手機的時間遠超平常，顯示出她是多麼地焦慮。

今天是她難得的個人演出，沒有冬優子與朝日的分擔，觀眾的注意會全部落在愛依身上；本質上，個人表演的參加者多數會是演出者的主要粉絲，意味著表演者的一舉一動會受到更大的檢視。

她輕輕抿嘴，盯著梳妝鏡中的自己。她的妝容完美，粉底與腮紅令本就呈現健康美感的肌膚閃著美麗的古銅色，唇膏是釉面質地，比起調色，更注重於呈現飽滿與水潤感；她的睫毛濃得恰到好處，勾著可人的曲線；頭髮剛修整完的大波浪，在棕色的髮流上投下不規則的光影；她注意到你的視線，捋了捋頭髮，金色的髮尾輕柔彈動，髮色的漸層也渾然天成:陰影中的棕黑色、亮處的褐色與淡棕，乃至亮眼的金髮，令她的美貌更臻完美。 她特立獨行的外貌與妝髮，在精挑細選的服裝和天鵝絨座椅襯托下，宛若匠心打造的金工藝品；然而，她蜷縮在座椅上，看起來嬌小又無助。你想將前半部分的讚美告訴她，告訴她狀況絕佳，但你也明白，她現在的壓力更甚以往，形式上的鼓勵只會顯得空泛，毫無助益。

「馬上就要上臺了，製作人，今天我會是全場焦點。」儘管企圖逞強，她微微顫抖的語氣泛著焦急:「為了今天，我拼命練習。舞蹈和唱歌我很有自信，但只有我一個人，多少得和觀眾互動。」 她嚥了口口水，聲音裡沒有平常的悠哉，再次抬頭看你，她的眼眸中盡是不知所措和無辜。「一想到沒有朝日和東優的支援，我就感到不安；明知道應該表現最好的自己，一閉上眼睛，看到的卻都是以前出錯的經歷；感覺自己原本擅長的東西都變得沒把握了……製作人，我該怎麼辦?」

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你站在月台上跺著腳，好不容易聽到了電車鈴聲，列車駛進車站，在你面前停妥，閘門一打開，你便等不及逃進涼爽的車廂內。 不同於室外艷陽高照的炎熱，電車裡開著強勁的冷氣，車門隨發車音樂一關，室內頓時變得更加涼爽宜人。這時間加上天氣，外出的人不多，車內還有零零星星幾個空位，你悠哉的挑了附近的一個座位坐下。

你無聊地發呆，隨著車廂搖晃一陣後，你開始觀察車上的乘客，你對側的車門邊坐了一個抱著公事包的襯衫男子，在他旁邊，是個身著素雅家居服的老婆婆，一旁則是兩個手拿捕蟲網的小學生在笑鬧。 你原本大概會就這麼看過去，但下一道身影勾住了你的目光:那個女孩正巧坐在你對面，棕髮隨著冷氣強風輕輕飄動，髮尾在玻璃窗邊反射著太陽的金光；但真正引人注目的是她的膚色，焦糖色而帶有牛奶般的滑順質地，在日本人的五官下格外搶眼，卻彷彿與女孩背後的藍天遙相呼應，帶來爽朗的氣息；她穿著白色的短洋裝，頭戴麥稈帽，簡直是夏日的化身；明明外表突出，臉上倒是僅畫著若有似無的淡妝，搭配衣服，展現著自然美感。 她盯著懷裡的手機，不自覺噘起嘴，雖然模樣可愛，但看見她的手機卻令你大吃一驚，手機表面貼滿了卡通圖案的貼紙，甚至還有大顆的水鑽裝飾，遠看已經不知原本是什麼顏色，令你不敢恭維。

你大概能猜到女孩便是所謂的辣妹，你情不自禁繼續觀察女孩。手機上的內容似乎勾起了她的注意，她的嘴唇咪的更緊，嘟成O字形，她微微駝背湊近螢幕，洋裝衣領鬆鬆地掛在鎖骨附近，隱隱露出底下的肌膚，她改變原先規矩的坐姿，翹起二郎腿，導致裙襬微微掀起，露出底下蜜糖色的大腿。

「你也盯著看太久囉。」對面傳來聲音，你發現女孩從手機抬眼看你，嘴角彎著戲謔的微笑。她放下腿，然後，起身來到你身邊。 辣妹在你身旁一屁股坐下，手撐著椅子傾身向你。「居然毫不掩飾地盯著女孩子的屁股瞧，你也太沒禮貌了吧~」即使這麼說，但她臉上笑容依舊。「我知道自己是很引人注目啦，但凡事都該有個限度。不過……欣賞的目光，我不討厭喔?」