balance
isac solo, rhythm gymnastics
rhythm gymnastics had been something miji had agreed to do simply because it played to her strengths, that and she’d prefer to hang around with jowi. in reality? rhythm gymnastics weighed heavily on, well, actual gymnastics. but in isac the reality of it was obfuscated by dance, because that’s what most everyone did and most companies realized it was idiotic to have any idols that, by chance, had a background in gymnastics to go around doing anything strenuous for the sake of a possible (not guaranteed) spike in popularity. injury compared to a chance usually ended up in favor of playing it safe.
idols know how to dance, so that’s essentially what it turns into. dance with a ribbon. dance with a ball. wear something sparkly, look elegant. and miji can do that well enough. she has a background in dance, after all, something that’s different from most of the other girls. something that doesn’t branch into the kind of idol-pop dance as easily as jazz or hip hop, but still helped to hammer down the fundamentals, at the very least lent well to the elegance aspect brought up now. it played heavily into the old dance style she was used to. that she’d trained in for years.
so she mapped out a dance routine that played well with her prop. tossed in a couple of moves reminiscent of traditional dance, because she figured it might stir up the appreciation of anyone older who managed to catch the broadcast, and while miji had never been cunning to the extent of trying to wring out popularity out of any situation possible, she at least played her cards smart. why not use her background to try and pull in some positivity that branched out, looked somewhat unique in comparison to more contemporary routines?
it was easy enough, a better option that running herself breathless anyway. toss a couple of well placed smiles, glances at the camera. twist herself up graceful and delicate. until the song wound it’s way to a stop and she could flop back down next to jowi, wind an arm around thin shoulders and go back to trying to hide from the sun underneath the shade of umbrellas. she doesn’t really like the sweltering heat, or the fans that are piled up around them all. miji figures that nobody really does. but it’s the nature of the industry, too. to become a spectacle. that’s how it generally feels like. but more in situations like this. where they’re all crammed into a bowl of a place. where there are eyes on all sides, and you’re half expected to pretend that nobody is there. half expected to interact with your fanbase. but still keep yourself in check. it’s a good place to pick up phone numbers, sure, but you shouldn't be caught flirting. shouldn’t be caught doing anything that is outside the realm of their deemed acceptability. and that’s the reality of the situation. the reality of her career. her life. but then, that was what she asked for, isn’t it? that fame? all those eyes?
an odd place to be pushed into. where you start to feel unsettled by ones own aspirations. or at least, unsettled by the things that come packaged with it. still, miji smiles. links her fingers together with miji’s and makes silly faces for their fans that are clustered together on the bleachers in the distance.