Amara's Diary

To keep this story short, my African American Mom married a rich Japanese man. "So? What do you think?" She stretched out her arms in front of our new house. This sort of perfectly fenced house with the family name mounted above the mailbox, I had seen these sort of middle-class homes a dozen times in anime. It was a surreal feeling. Something that belonged in a cartoon was right in front of me. "Are we... really living here?" Maybe it's because of the upscale wedding or the fact that her relationships never last but it felt as if I was dreaming. Instead of answering Mom lead the way into our completely empty house and introduced me to where my bedroom would be. It would seem... she had already planned everything out with Mr. Step-Father (or Step-Father-san, if you will, to be honest, I forgot his name already), the purpose of each and every room had already been decided. As I stood there, I could feel Mom watching me. Waiting for

She ignored me on our walk home as well, even though I made sure to keep up with her. Her whole being radiated negative energy that threatened to suck me in and obliterate me if I so even uttered a word that entered her subspace.It wasn't a pleasant feeling. I had seen her argue with her Mother before and it was scary. But I didn't want to lose her. When I finally mustered the courage to say something she had already made it to her porch steps and closed the door with a quiet click.It was equivalent to someone chucking a glass of water. I felt cold and humiliated. Did she think I was a loser? She didn't even say goodbye...I walked home and as soon as I did Mom's eyes were twinkling."Well? What song will you play for the audition?""Huh?""Hmm?" A question sign hung over her head. "..." I raked my fingers through the front of my hair and let out a big sigh.It looks like this morning, she must've talked about i

"Huh?"The other numbers that walked in seemed just as surprised as me.For a brief second, time stopped. Did I fail? But I just got here! I could see myself leaving the building here seeing Amara's disappointed expression. That day at school, her twinkling brown eyes that dimmed into a soulless void."You failed? Oh..."My very reality was on the verge of shattering into pieces.No. No. Amara wouldn't say that.*Even if by some chance those lovely people turn out to be dipshits and reject you Kagami, we can always turn to whotube!*But was that just her way of comforting me?"...have completely no sense of style for a rock artist. Your hairstyle and guitar are the only things that truly embody the spirit of rock. Let's hope your performance isn't as lacking." I heard only half of what she had said."Stop intimidating the contestant, Ms. Yumena." A bald man wearing shades spok

Everyone approved was waiting in the auditorium, one by one, we'd be called by our numbers and given key cards to a studio room.There were about 20 people in total that made it pass the process. Since the company was new, I suppose it's not surprising, still I thought it would have been more of a selective process..."Number 42!" My number was finally called. "Black Block, Studio A." I was handed a key card and Id, and given instructions. As I headed down the hall, excitement filled me. I'll be able to make tons of music, working with tons of different people. This is going to be so much fun!Such were my thoughts before sliding the door open.  Two guys were in the room, waiting. I greeted them."Hello, I'm Fukuda Kagami, I look forward to working with you..." "Ah, you can call me Hatori." An older bald fellow with shades nodded in return, was he a