Thalia_Ilace

Fans chanting your name, makeup artists and stylists swarming you and creating a beauty out of this world, your music playing on tv, and most of all, becoming someone's paradise...that's what Ishihara Minami had wanted since she was 12 years old.

An avenue to someone's healing process, a comfort to those who needed it, all the while looking like a princess and being loved by many. It sounded like heaven. It seemed like thousands of girls just like her managed to live out this dream that seemed so far it almost felt like it was made-up. They made it look easy....but who knew it would be so hard.

With so many people out to get you and willing to use you as a stepping stone, it seemed impossible to stay genuine in such a place. The road to her dream of becoming an idol that was filled with a roller coaster of emotions and constant lies, even she wonders if this dream will ever come into her grasp. 

"How far are you willing to go?" 
"I'll do anything."
"Just like they did to you?"
"No....I'll do it better than all of them combined."

Your Paradise: Listen To My Song

Minami's fingers tightly curled around the handles of her purse as she began to storm out of the room.

Just as she was about to grab the knob, the door flew open.

Standing there was Naoto in a t-shirt and sweatpants holding a tray with dinner sitting neatly on top.

He looked her up and down and tilted his head.

"Where are you going?" He asked, dumbfounded.

"I'm leaving! You're really gross, you know that?! I found your photo stash in your drawer!"

Naoto's eyes widened, "Hold on…"

He placed the tray carefully atop his bed, making sure it wouldn't spill, before turning back to her.

Minami tightened her grasp on the photos in her other hand.

"There were photos of me from my photoshoot. You're disgusting! Why do you have those?!"

Ch 67: Fruits of Our Labor