Concert on Retrostar
Miyuki had to stifle a giggle as Tochi went and rambled on about her hairclip. Among the girls in the changing room, Miyuki was one of the only ones who had finished much earlier than anyone else - but rather than it being the speed and experience of a veteran, it was more the carelessness and ‘whatever’ attitude that Miyuki had regarding makeup and her general outfit. As long as she could dance in it and it looked cute on her, she didn’t mind what she was wearing, much less what matched what.She stood up on tiptoes and looked over the heads of the other girls - an easy job for her, even on flat footing - looking for said hairclip. She assumed it was the type that Tochi always wore, and that Miyuki was familiar with seeing on the other girl; however, Miyuki’s memory was fuzzy in that department and the huge array of hairclips scattered about the room certainly didn’t help her cause. She sighed. “What colour was it? I can help you look for it. Make my freakish height actually be useful for once.”
“Um… it has a star, and it matches my outfit!” Tochi said, as she watched Miyuki. Being tall sure must be nice, she thought, compared to being shorter than even Takamina. She was a year older than Sonata, too, but while Sonata might have grown an inch or two, Tochi… remained the same height.
It really sucked sometimes.
“Do you see it?” she asked, as Pico Mari floated over Miyuki’s head, “I can’t go on stage without it- I just can’t! Everyone will laugh at me…”
… Okay, that last part wasn’t true, but Tochi was still a teenager, and teenagers were prone to dramatics. Which Tochi was pretty good at when it came to the silliest things. Some girls might make a big deal out of dating or clothes, Tochi made a big deal out of hairclips and manga.
Miyuki appraised Tochi, checking the style and colour of her outfit. She tilted her head to one side, and nodded to herself. Even if style and fashion wasn’t exactly her best point, she was sure she could at least find a hairclip that matched Tochi’s outfit…She hoped. She craned her neck again, easily looking over all the other girls. In her mind, just like Tochi, she was also having complexes about her own height, although she had no idea that Tochi was worried about her height.
‘Dammit, it must be nice being short and cute like Tochi. I scare off all the guys with my height…I mean, who wants to date a girl who’s half a head taller than them?' She sighed internally. 'And I’m still growing too, by the looks of it…Why couldn’t I have just stopped at 170 or something? That’s already taller than the original Mariko…Instead, I’m a freakish giant at almost 6 feet now. Jeez.’
It really sucked sometimes.
“Ah!” Miyuki gasped, breaking out of her internal grumbling about her height. “I…I think I see it! Hold on!” She waded through the crowd of girls in front of the mirrors, an easy job for her considering her height and her weight, which she would never admit the real value of. Grabbing said star-shaped hairclip from the table, she headed back to where Tochi was and handed it to her. “Is this it?” It was a silvery-white one, the type that Miyuki always say Tochi wearing. She prayed she had gotten the right one - shoving all those other girls aside hadn’t been a memorable experience with all the looks she got.
