I have always loved idols.
Even from the time when I could barely walk, I have vivid memories of my parents taking me to witness my first underground idol contest.
The way the stars effortlessly navigated the stage, moving as if they were born to it, never failed to astound me. Their rhythmic sways seemed choreographed to perfection, with the audience swaying along as if they had rehearsed the entire performance beforehand. From that moment, I knew I wanted to be one of those idols, to shine like a star.
You might have thought it would be simple from there: take some dance lessons, find an instructor, eventually attend an idol school, and make it big. However, my dreams seemed almost out of reach, for I failed at the simplest of tests that most idols must pass to even be considered. I was not hideous, but I was ugly enough that the mere mention of becoming an idol to my peers would elicit laughter.
It came as no surprise that, although I could never rival the fame of the more popular girl groups, as a guy, I still would have had a shot at making it big, though it would be a far more tumultuous journey to win over fans if I had been born with even a decent genetic lottery, however, it seemed fate was not on my side.
Despite the other options still being within reach, such as vocal, dance, and performance lessons with the aid of a private tutor, I found myself too disheartened to continue. Instead, I chose to linger on the sidelines. Performance after performance, concert after concert, regardless of my health, financial situation, or personal struggles, I made it my unwavering mission to attend as many idol events as humanly possible.
I delved deep into their world, immersing myself in every aspect. I devoured entire discographies, dissected documentaries featuring each member, and eagerly participated in idol group handshake meetings and Q&A sessions to celebrate their achievements. Neglecting my health, I allowed myself to gain weight. After moving out, I abandoned work entirely, relying solely on the boundless generosity of my affluent partner to sustain my relentless pursuit of supporting my favourite idols.
My obsession with idols consumed me, becoming my source of pride, my joy, and my very reason for existence. As long as they graced the stage with their presence, I pledged unwavering loyalty. They were not just idols; they were my angels, my everything.
My very own little slices of perfection.
Even now when I found myself lost in the cacophony of screaming fans and pulsating lights, I stood amidst the crowd, my hands fervently launching glow sticks into the air like offerings to divine beings. The euphoric melodies of our celestial idols echoed through the venue, weaving a hypnotic spell around us all.
But it was more than just music; it was an obsession that coursed through my veins like wildfire. Every beat, every lyric, every dance move ignited a fervour within me that bordered on madness. I found myself teetering on the edge of sanity, completely enthralled by the presence of these otherworldly figures.
Their mere presence was intoxicating, a drug that I couldn't resist. I was entranced, unable to tear my eyes away from their mesmerizing performances. With each sway of their hips and every note that escaped their lips, I felt myself spiralling deeper into the abyss of my obsession.
And so, I surrendered myself to the madness, allowing it to consume me entirely. For in the world of idols, there was no room for reason or restraint—only unbridled passion and unwavering devotion.
As the enchanting melody faded into the ether, I found myself emerging from the trance of my feverish swaying, my heart pounding with excitement. With determined steps, I navigated through the throng of devoted fans, heading straight toward the section I knew like the back of my hand.
For those who demonstrated unwavering loyalty, there existed a coveted opportunity: the chance to exchange a few words with the idols, perhaps even shake their hands. Though the designated section had yet to open its gates, my countless visits had instilled in me a sense of familiarity that bordered on entitlement. Surely, the idols would graciously make an exception for their number one fan.
Over the years, I have spared no expense in demonstrating my devotion. Every merchandise sale, every album release, every figurine acquisition—I had eagerly seized them all. And while these particular girls weren't my absolute favourite idols, the planet-themed motif they adorned held a special place in my heart, evoking a tender fondness for their undeniable cuteness.
However, as I crossed the threshold into the currently vacant room, a peculiar sensation gripped me—a whisper of anticipation rippling through the air, signalling the imminent arrival of the idols. It was a moment charged with electric anticipation, a prelude to the euphoria that would soon engulf us all.
I really like this chapter
Amazing first chapter
Just want to ask is mc going to have appearance and maybe personality similar to pandora the witch of vanity? Cause if so then perfection and star is indeed possible
Their personalities may differ greatly, but their physical appearances will be almost identical—a double-edged sword in this world.
Um why do u think his personality will be Pandora the witch of vanity?
@Stultas throw in some of hoshino ai on his personality haha and have him stars in his eyes