Meanings and Dreams and Lives||Yui||Normal Days
Free.
It had finally hit her- she was free.
[“Takahashi-san, you mustn’t do such irresponsible things. An idol’s image must be kept pristine. You wouldn’t want us to report this to your father, would you?”
“Ohhh, so you’re gonna tell on me? I’m soooo scared!”
“Takahashi-san, this is unacceptable behavior. If you want to stay in the business, you must follow such regulations to keep your reputation fully in-tact. Do you understand?”
“…Yes, sir.”]
There’d always been someone stopping her, trying to “keep her in line”. Her behavioral issues, her impulses, all of it kept under watchful eye. It was so stifling.
She hated that.
But now… now there was nothing.
No one was holding her back, telling her what she could or couldn’t do, was there? Her label, her agents, none of it. All of them were… far, far from whatever this place was, weren’t they?
She was free.
Her grip on the utensil in her hand was tight, locking eyes with herself in the mirror. She hadn’t done this before, but… what could be the harm, right? She was starting to feel so weighed down, it was getting almost unbearable. She could feel herself getting antsy, her common sense shouting ‘no’, but her impulses screaming back 'yes’ at an equal volume.
[What’s there to worry about? It’s gonna look great, right?]
…Change is a necessary thing.
Snip.
“…”
It wasn’t as much of a difference as she’d hoped, but… for now, it was enough.
Discarding her cut pigtails in the trashcan, she fluffed out her hair and gave a smile in the mirror.
Yeah, change was good.
