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Ian Garret [0] Aspiring European stylist. "Oh, god, take that off before you're strangled by it!"
Akemi Morioka [0] I say this calls for a cigarette break, who's joining me?
Kairo Hanada [0] So you don't like me eh? Well, let me give you a suggestion. GET OVER IT!
Hahenko Urooboene [0] "I don't know what to say....let me sing it for you."
Solange Endellion [0] A mostly apathetic woman who seems to be cold at first and will only show most emotions in private or cloase company.
Metsuki Kirameki [0] "Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day."
Kaori Sato [0] Getting along and having a good time...that's what it's all about!
Ren LeReign [0] "I'll do anything to make Smile Pop shine"

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"Shower?" Maaka was fully awake now, and had eaten every single donut that Nao hadn't eaten, she scratched her head and thought better of not taking one.

2 minutes later

Maaka came out of the bathroom with her batterie powered hairdryer, she hummed as she stepped into the room she shared with Solange, everyone shared a room with someone. Although Solange really really liked her privacy, so she tried to be quick about getting ready in the morning for her so that she could do her routine, whatever that may be. Maaka was also very used to getting ready quickly, she had after all shared one bathroom with five other siblings her whole life.

Maaka slipped on her yellow star tank and ruffled cream skirt, and flats to complete the look of utter failure at a sense of style. Yah, she tried, no really she does try, but just fails... Her look was that of a colour blind kindergardener. Maaka was utterly oblivious to it however, and walked out with the hairdryer still going as if she was just fine and completely happy. She passed Solange coming out and tried to say hi, but the door was shut in her face pretty much, and locked....

"Sorry..!" she said mildly as she waved at the door. By the time she reached the living room someone else was in the shower and everyone was up.

Turning off herhair dryer ( hurray for short hair!), Maaka went over to her overlord greatest manager ever! "Can I have a ticket to give to someone if the park concert pulls through?!" a first performance, perfect time to invite Kaori to show him her secret rather than telling him...

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"Shower?" Maaka was fully awake now, and had eaten every single donut that Nao hadn't eaten, she scratched her head and thought better of not taking one.

2 minutes later

Maaka came out of the bathroom with her batterie powered hairdryer, she hummed as she stepped into the room she shared with Solange, everyone shared a room with someone. Although Solange really really liked her privacy, so she tried to be quick about getting ready in the morning for her so that she could do her routine, whatever that may be. Maaka was also very used to getting ready quickly, she had after all shared one bathroom with five other siblings her whole life.

Maaka slipped on her yellow star tank and ruffled cream skirt, and flats to complete the look of utter failure at a sense of style. Yah, she tried, no really she does try, but just fails... Her look was that of a colour blind kindergardener. Maaka was utterly oblivious to it however, and walked out with the hairdryer still going as if she was just fine and completely happy. She passed Solange coming out and tried to say hi, but the door was shut in her face pretty much, and locked....

"Sorry..!" she said mildly as she waved at the door. By the time she reached the living room someone else was in the shower and everyone was up.

Turning off herhair dryer ( hurray for short hair!), Maaka went over to her overlord greatest manager ever! "Can I have a ticket to give to someone if the park concert pulls through?!" a first performance, perfect time to invite Kaori to show him her secret rather than telling him...

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"Ah! I just have to get my guitar," Kaori said. He ran into his room, which looked like a tornado had passed though it, and skidded to a halt when he realized that his guitar wasn't in its case. Great. Well, at least he basically knew where to look for it. Though his room looked like a disorganized mess in the eyes of most people, it was the opposite for Kaori. He had everything right where he wanted it. It was when he cleaned that things started to disappear...

His guitar was one of the few things he kept close to him at all times. The members of Smile Pop didn't have to bring their instruments back to the apartment, but he did, mostly because he liked having solo practice sessions in his room.

Kaori brushed a heaping pile of clothes aside with his foot, successfully unearthing the body of his guitar. He picked it up, giving its strings a quick strum before setting the guitar inside its case and fastening the snaps into place. Kaori then pulled the strap over his shoulder and made his way back to the front entrance.

Once there, he bent down and slipped on his pair of electric blue converse. As he worked on the laces, Kaori looked up at Ren and flashed him a friendly smile (yes, Kaori is a very smiley person :D).

"Sorry 'bout the wait. Is everyone else ready?"

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"What kind of manager are you?" A chuckle escaped the male as he pushed himself off the counter and adjusted his white jacket. He'd been dressed to go since he'd gotten up. White jacket over a light blue top with some tight black jeans and of course his light blue Converse. If there was one thing Yuuki was picky about it was his clothing; if it didn't match it didn't deserve to be worn. It had taken him a long time to get over how the others dressed because hey; if he looked good he'd get more attention. No need to complain in all honesty.

As the question of if they were ready to go came to context he almost wanted to cause some problems and say no. He really wanted to disinfect the counter as sitting on it had been unsanitary. He really wanted to reply a fuck you e-mail to his brother. He really, really wanted to burn the letter his parents had sent him. But no, if he did all that he'd arouse suspicion and that was the last thing he needed as he was already causing some suspicion. "Guess so," he stated while he shrugged and tugged on the bottom hem of his coat.

Yuuki didn't really want to get his photo taken and didn't want to be anywhere near that man. 'Respect my elders,' he thought over. 'I'd sooner be hit by a plane than do that.' The thought made him smile because it was a nearly impossible chance for him to be struck down by a plane. Unless he went out of his way to make it happen but he wasn't going to do that because really that would ruin his plans. Plans needed to be followed through to the end' especially if they were to prove others wrong. So he walked over to the front door and opened it. "Are we leaving?" he asked as he stood in the doorway with his hands in his pockets.

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Ren too a deep breath as Yuuki spoke yet again, his overwelming desire to strangle the pale (wait, he's pale too...) brat child was shoved down imediately. His angelic face fell into a smile as he promptly ignored it. Why was he so agitated? Ren ran through the morning conversation once more in his head and identified it with a dreading feeling. Kozen-sama. Yuuki had brought up the damned man. In all honsty Ren disliked him, mostly for looking at his charges the wrong way, but also for being so darned rough with him in bed. The man was a very tall and strong individual. He wasn't lanky in the least, he had these rippling muscles, even down his back. It made for an intimidating pressence, steamy, but intimidating. Ren had no issues concurning his looks, but never before had he been so rudely pounded into submission. In fact, he looked a lot like, hm, he needn't think of that person, he had no intention of seeing him ever again.

Very well, he was going to have to get over it very soon. There was no room for complaints in showbiz, not unless you were the performer for the crowd. If Ren wanted to go with Adder, which he was only willing to go with one of the top agencies, then he'd just have to deal with it. A gentleman of his calliber did not complain.

He straightened up as Kaori entered, looking at the goofball as he smiled up at him. Ren ruffled his hair and gave a ghost of a smile. "Your hair looks better messy anyhow..." he turned away and was going to head for the door when he turned and saw only Yuuki and Kaori ready and waiting behind him. He frowned a little, "Humerous, I was under the impression that I was the manager of a three person group." He walked over to the couch and saw that Metsuki was asleep in a sitting up positon, had he been pretending to be awake this whole time?! Now Ren would be required to repeat himself. Is this what parenting was like? No wonder he didn't want children.

Ren leaned over and brought his head up, holding his chin so that when he woke up, he'd see one heck of an annoyed expression, "Oh sleeping Prince, time to awaken." He used a mocking tone and snapped his fingers next to his ear.

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Turning a sharp corner, he'd finally decided that the parking garage a couple blocks away from the actual shop would be appropriate. Who knew where the media would be hiding, it was tedious trying to keep out of view of spying camera's and men and women whose lives revolved around celebrities. What a pitiful life. Scoffing, he drove into the garage and parked close to the entrance for an easy getaway, but far enough behind many vehicles that his gleaming steed wouldn't be spotted easily. One would have to wander around the garage first to spot it, since he'd parked behind an old, aquamarine shagging-wagon. Nobu pulled the keys from the ignition and pocketed them, analyzing the vehicle he'd parked behind. “I wouldn't mind having one of those,” Nobu murmured to himself, smiling suavely before exiting the Lotus and adjusting his disguise in the mirror. As long as his trademark blue eyes and black hair was changed ever-so-slightly and no one looked too close, he looked like the average, boy-next-door type guy. Once he was satisfied with tucking stray strands of hair beneath his cap, he narrowed his eyes in the cars mirror and shrugged his shoulders; it would have to do.

Turning on his booted heels, Nobu strode away from his vehicle and crossed the road onto the sidewalk, carefully picking his way through the streets. While he walked, he couldn't help but stop to examine one of his posters—they'd made it so suggestive, it bothered him. They were always trying to make him pose for camera's as suggestively as they could because fans went “wild” over it. For once, he'd like to design the posters, and they'd make the fans go wild because of his talents, not how he looked or was dressed. Sucking in a hissing breath of air, Nobu shook his head and continued his walk towards the shop. Ian's directions had been pretty accurate as he passed by the cute little fish shop, he had to stop and peer inside. He'd never actually been shopping downtown because admittedly much of his time was monopolized in the empty (non-smoking) studio or cooped in his suite. It was boring and he often thought about sneaking out to meet residents, he wasn't used to dealing with most of the business parts of touring. Back home, it seemed like it was all play and no business—with his manager faithfully dealing with anything that needed to be dealt with. Now it was like he wouldn't be able to meet anyone of his fans. As he pressed his palm against the glass of Miss-fish-lady's shop, he glanced over his shoulder and squinted to spot the two cat statues the stylist had been talking about.

Nobu rolled his shoulders back and took another deep breath, maybe after he'd be so lucky to stop at a few shops before heading back to his suite. Maybe he'd ask Ian for directions and he could send him off to the closest sushi shop, as well as a small bar? It couldn't hurt to be familiarized with the place he'd be staying at for awhile. Tsking, the raven-haired man pulled his attention away from the colourful shops lining the busy street and quickly made his way over to the stylists shop. His bright eyes stopped short of the windows (which seemed to have something weird covering them), and he peered over the top of his sunglasses before pushing his way through an oncoming crowd. The streets were always busy at this time of day and he never understood why. Nobu reached for the door and dragged it open, moving in brusquely before glancing over his shoulder. Content that no one had followed him, Nobu slipped off his sunglasses and deposited them in his pocket before he caught sight of the small, blond.

He easily towered over the man, but he thought they might've been the same age. Breathing out, Nobu pulled the small, oriental-looking slides on the door closed to finalize the privacy he would need. Everything in the shop was perfect—there were no wet, bedraggled customers ogling at him and the stylist was as young and spry as he was. Tipping his hat off his head, the vocalist tousled his hair before hanging the cap on a rack and turned his attention on the stylist. “Ah, thank you.” Nobu said, motioning at the windows before moving closer to him. To anyone else, Nobu's friendliness could come off as intimidating—and the only thing intimidating besides his height was his serious eyes. It was also his selling point. “Nobu Kinmoshi, we may as well be on first name basis' since you'll be working on my hair.”

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You're a disgrace. The room was black, a figure came out from the shadows, coming towards the frightened boy in the middle. Another figure came out, much smaller than the other. Why, Metsuki, why? The figures surrounded him with a menacing aura. You disobeyed us! You'll never be successful! Never! The figures were on top of him, blocking his senses, continuing to yell at him with guilty questions and hateful insults. He screamed, but it was useless. No one will help him. Save me! Who'll save you? You are useless! No one will save you! The figures began to laugh, a evil cackle.

The crude sound of snapping clouded Metsuki's ears as his dark nightmare vanished. His sensitive, bright eyes were staring at a rather annoyed face. He pouted as he look away from the face of his manager. He rolled his eyes as he sighed lazily. "What? I'm awake,"he said in a overly tired voice,"Are we leaving finally?" The impatience in his voice was oblivious.

(Neh, writer's block)

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The male rolled his eyes and - because he was an evil person - walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass. He filled it halfway with cold water before he made his way into the living and the sofa; glass held as if he was drinking it. Without notice he nudged their manager aside and eyed Metsuki with slight distaste. Of all the members of their group he probably thought the least of him. So he didn't feel guilt at all when he lifted the glass above the male's head and turned it over with a slight, kind smile on his lips. "Don't be rude to our manager Suki-Chan. He's just trying to take care of us properly," he said in a chiding yet joking voice as he set the glass down on the floor and with the process brought his face closer to the others. "Besides. It's either he wakes you up nicely or I take control of that and you wake up feeling slightly confused and bruised," he whispered before he pulled back.

Whatever happened past that point didn't matter to him because he got his slight satisfaction and so he could go wait by the door as patiently as the next guy. Leaned against the door frame, hands in pockets and newly added earphones in his ears. If looked at he was the pinnacle of calm and collected waiting. Yuuki was mean and yea Metsuki would be pissed at him for the rest of forever but it really did bother him that the man had to be so rude to everyone. The man should pray that things didn't fall into the twenty-year old's hands or the cold water would be the beginning. Yuuki could do worse.

Much, much worse. But for now he was content with waiting the rest of them out and wondering how he would get in contact with this Nobu guy he'd been hearing about. He'd have to do some number research.

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Kaori watched the scene with Metsuki, Ren and Yuuki unfold, his eyes widening as Yuuki poured the glass of water over his fellow band mate. He knew that Yuuki didn't seem to like Mestuki all that much and he also knew that the man liked to cause trouble every now and again, but Kaori was surprised nonetheless. Sure, Metsuki hadn't exactly been polite...okay, he'd been pretty darn rude, but what was the point of starting something so early in the morning (not to mention that they were supposed to be leaving soon)?

When Yuuki came to stand next to him in the front entrance he couldn't help saying, "Was that really necessary?"

Kaori was pretty sure the man would either give him some snappy reply or ignore him completely, but he couldn't help voicing his disapproval; though he was pretty sure he sounded exasperated more than anything else.

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Solange yawned and scratched the back of her neck while shuffling into the main room. "So, when are we leaving?" she asked their manager.

"Oi! Hurry your bloody arses up! We'll be late, and believe me you won't want that..." she mumbled the last bit to herself as she caught the look on their manager's face. It wouldn't be good if they dallied any longer. Not one bit for any of them.

Solange sighed and grabbed the keys to her personal motorbikeand fiddled with them while she waited. Quickly though, she became bored and dug out her lighterand pocket knife, messing with those instead.