Little Hearts in Your Heart

Chapters 3. Star

Miki ate her food while watching a variety show on TV. He occasionally laughed, muttered indistinctly, and snorted. He stood up when the plate was empty and took her to the kitchen. He put the dishes away, but not for long. He returned to the kitchen and washed the dishes, clean and shiny. He smiled with satisfaction.

Miki came out of the kitchen, picked up a pillow and fell asleep in front of the TV. Look at the artists who are talking. He laughed like crazy when an artist couldn't help but laugh at the show and had to be punished with a kick. “Do I like others being tortured? Oh, God, I have to change,” murmured and shrank the water in the corner of his eye.

Before long, he was bored and used his feet to push a button on the TV, his body was too heavy just to pick up the remote on the table. Miki then stopped on a channel that was showing an interview with a man. “What is he an actor?” Miki woke up from her sleep, she took a closer look at the man. “Ah, how long do I not watch TV,” the smile on his face formed very wide.

Miki followed every manner of the man who was smiling very sweetly. “Sakuragi-san,” her smile showed her teeth. His eyes are round, “he's a tall man. Handsomest. And her smile is so beautiful.” But, his eyes narrowed as the people on TV said their farewells. “What? See you?” Miki snorted in annoyance. But, he moved to the table, sitting in front of the laptop. Turn on his beloved thing. And open windows and type a name in the search engine. He's typing, quick. “Sakuragi Key, enter,” said and followed a click, loud sound.

Next, there was a lot of news about a man named Sakuragi Key. Miki clicked just like that. And he found a lot of facts and information. After reading a lot about Key, Miki turned off his internet network. Closing all bullies. Open a new word sheet. He laughed, he just got an idea.

*

Morning changed day, night changed, and Miki was still in front of her laptop. The pause he did, just out buying small meals, brewing coffee, and laying down his body for a while, then re-typing word by word.

Yesterday, Miki saw the star and the star had changed her life. Is he in love? Ah, of course not. He simply admired how the star shone. Not all the stars only shine at night, after which when the sky is bright, it hides in its place. Somehow the stars look like during the day, which obviously he does not shine.

While his hand was typing, Miki's mouth did not stop babbling. This time, he did not like the characters he created. “Where is a character like this,” the grunt, “of course, it's just an image, after the camera lights off, they will stop acting. But I have to thank you, Sakuragi-san. At least, I got an idea from you.”

Miki may not have noticed that her face was now more terrifying than Daiki who was spending her time in the apartment next door, to draw without an assistant. And different scenery from the two people, outside the room is beautiful, they must have passed the beautiful flower buds that began to peek.

Miki never cared about the season, unless she had to protect herself from the winter. He can't be like the other Japanese—some—which twists the fashion world, and wears summer clothes in winter.

Miki clicked on the cross at the end of the word worksheet, after saving it. He opened a folder and found several separate document files, with the numbers being the file names. “Twenty-seven?” He breathed and pursed his lips. Playing cursor. “It's done?” he asked, not sure of himself. He stood up, stretched his muscles. His eyes caught the calendar on the wall. He finished it in two weeks, is that good news? He shook.

Miki actually wanted to re-read the story she had created, perhaps putting it together in a single file, but she was already too tired to sit there. The back may have been flushed, so long sitting.

Miki stopped in front of the mirror as she headed for the bathroom. He looked at his reflection, he laughed, strange, “ very sad,” mumbled to see his hair was chaotic, eye bags, and clothes that looked like a washcloth.

Miki lingered in the bathroom. Like a child playing with water. If he doesn't remember the water bill, he might use a full tub just to cool his head. He came out and dressed comfortably and neatly. Afterwards, he went back to brewing coffee, and sat down with and beautifully in front of the laptop.

Miki's position didn't last long. He began to straighten his legs, supported by his chin while his hand lowered the scroll, read one word at a time, looking for mistakes just to reduce the work of editor Chio.  He then put together separate chapters, one hundred and twenty pages. He stood up and moved to his desk. Turn on the print and print it immediately.

Miki noticed one by one the sheets of paper that came out with writing. His eyes blinked slowly. It's half-gawning. “Not this too soon finish?” murmured, “but, this is good.” He straightened his back when he saw the print that had stopped moving.

He tidied up the paper and took the black clasp he actually bought to clamp the final task that should be consulted to the supervisor, but it doesn't matter. Now he has another mission. He smiled, satisfied when the paper collection was neatly arranged, with the writing on the front page, “First Love Star,” he laughed, small, “I will beat you, Aiko.”

*

Unfortunately, Miki forgot that the average writer always said that the work he made was very good. And he forgot, if not only he would read it. But, also others.

Miki nodded, smiling widely.

“So the story, about an actor who falls in love with an ordinary girl,” Chio's voice is like a father asking his son.

Miki again nodded, but the width of her smile was slightly reduced. He began to observe the editor's expression and tone of voice which would usually pat him on the shoulder loudly when pleased with his idea.

“Isn't this kind of storyline very common?”

“Eh? Usual?” miki's eyes grew bigger. His hands are interlocked.

Chio nodded. Putting glasses down.

“But, aren't all romance stories like that. I didn't even make them hate each other. Editor notice, this As is instantly in love at first sight.”

“That's it, Miki,” Chio it feels like he'd love to pull the round-eyed girl's cheeks. “This time you're too good to your Ran. Unlike when you torture your previous characters, who have a lot of problems and goals. But, you don't show the purpose of your character, he's too ordinary. Did you write your true story? You usually observe the character you're going to make right,” Chio sneered. He knew clearly that the girl he had known for five years was very happy to laze around. He should also often warn her, if deadlines are catching up. “Do you not want to make him sick?”

“Sick? Who?” Miki sighed, understood.  He grabbed the script and hugged it and at that moment the person he did not want to meet suddenly appeared. There is a singer who has time as free as him.

“Are you done, Miki?” ask Aoki and move his lashes. His hand pointed at the object in Miki's embrace, “not as expected, well?” He laughed.

“You alone?” Miki asked in a curious tone, when at first he did not want to ask. It made Chio and Aiko smile amusedly. Miki grunting.

“I?” Aiko laughed, little. “I can finish it anytime and it will be finished first from you. And don't have a silly story like you. Or a market story like you,” it says like someone who teaches. “But, now I'm busy with my schedule.”

“Busy, but you're here,” murmured Miki.

“I just visited,” said Aiko and pointed to Taka's room. “You don't want to come? Tell me about your script.”

“Tak. Editor Chio, I go home,” said Miki and walked out of the room. He did not stop breathing. Walking towards the bus stop, he stuffed his manuscript into a bag. He will not throw it, as a memento ‘denied’. He moved his lips, leaning against the mast of the bus stop. “Taka, I have to wait longer to drink coffee with you,” murmured, he turned his head when he heard the sound of an approaching bus. He stood up, but did not move from his position. His eyes found a picture of an actor who was advertising eyeglass products.

Miki approached the picture, touching her face. “You look very bright,” murmured, but soon realized with the bus door closed. He shouted and chased the bus, and made it stop. He smiled, strange, guilty.

*

Come to think of it, celebrities are like stars. Very bright and makes the opium see it. But, what else can I do, I can't even touch it. If only, I had felt like I was living with an actor. It's still daytime, you can't have weird dreams, Miki.