MADOKA POV
“And then one and then two and then—”
As we were doing our usual practice a sudden notification rang through my phone leading me to mess up the choreography.
“Madoka-san! We always tell you this, mute your phone when practicing!” our idol group leader protested, but I wasn't listening.
Because the notification I got is a post from my favorite model.
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“Ah, Let me guess? You saw the most jaw dropping Homura Akemi post you've ever seen.. again?" Sayaka tiredly questioned expectedly.
“Eeek!— She is the most beautiful model I've ever seen, Like look at her face it's so ethereal! Her bone structure is perfect, her eyes is so captivating and her poses on covers are so alluring! Not only that but she has a great personality and- and—” Madoka squeaks from excitement, almost out of breathe.
“pfft—! Gurl breathe, you always says this in everything this Homura akemi person does.” The blue-haired girl laughs with amusement.
“I can't help it! Whenever I see her I felt butterflies in my stomach— God! Why am I like this.” Madoka spat placing her hands on her face, cheeks flushing.
“Ohhh she's lovestrucked.” Sayaka thought to herself.
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HOMURA POV
Growing up, I barely had friends. They come and go and that's it. Is it because I'm very shy with people around me or I just don't understand people? I don't know.
What I only got to do in my life is to go by the expectations of my parents.
“Mama, I wanna be a fashion designer when I grow up!"
“Homura you should try modeling your height and hour glass body is perfect for that! I think it suits you better."
“...Okay mama.”
Their expectations of me is so high, that disappointing them would be a price I can't pay. I did everything that I was told to that I forgot what I want to be.
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CURRENT DAY
I was just buying groceries with my disguise;
Two long pigtails, red glasses and a black mask. But then I heard two girls chatting to the other side of the snack sections.
“hey have you heard that the idol group ribbon glow will have a concert next week saturday? I also heard that tickets are still available.”
“Really? Well we better start to bu...”
As I walked away from the snack sections the voices starts to fade out.
I see, I have plenty alot of free time next saturday I'll buy just for the fun of it.
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SATURDAY
“thank you, enjoy the show"
I thanked them and stood at the VIP stand.
After minutes the stage lights was then out. Suddenly, a sudden light shot me back; my eyes going wide though the sudden appearance.
I just stood at the spot admiring the way all the idols move and sang. All the members are glimmering with optimism, But I can't seem to get off my eyes to one of them.
Her adorable smiling face makes my voice hitch, Her appealing figure dancing smoothly by the song, not just that but her glowing rosy hair smoothly flowing through the dance and the way her voice just rings through my ears is like I just got put through a spell! Who is this girl and what is she doing to me?
At the ending of the song I looked at her and I felt like she smiled at me pulling a little I peace sign with her own signature endearing smile. God, If there is not alot of people around me in this moment I would've collapse at the spot.
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After the concert, I got wild with buying a ton of merchandise with a ton of looks from people 'cause of the way my hand is so full handed.
So her name is Madoka Kaname huh..
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“Hey where were you Homura. You are 'bout to be late for the shoot! Be thankful the photographer was having difficulties." my mother yelled, holding a spatula, knuckles turning white by the intense grip.
“Also what is all that shit you're carrying?" My mother questioned late as I sigh.
I then ran to my room so fast I could barely hear my mother's chanting. I threw the merchandises at my bedroom floor and slide through the door giggling like a child.
“I never knew I could rebel just like that to my own mother.” I thought quietly to myself, grabbing my headphones to listen to more song albums of ribbon glow.
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MADOKA POV
Meanwhile the other members was chatting on the spa. Sayaka walked and went to get two drinks from the vending machine. Me wagging my feet up in down on the sit like some child, waiting for Sayaka to give me a drink.
“Sayaka-chan you won't believe it! I just saw a girl that looks like Homura! Would she go to our concer— I never knew my all time favorite model wou— AHHHHHH!” I excitedly said to the seat right next to the vending machine, Fan girling so hard I can't even form a cohesive sentence.
“Woah woah woah! What makes you think the all time popular model, Homura would be right on your concert? I mean that person just might be a look alike!” the sapphic-haired girl protested sitting right next to me.
“Well I do know all her features so it's no doubt she is Homura!— hahahaha— Sayaka-cha— That tickles!”
“You dumb dumb dumb girl! Not everything is about her, now heres your punishment! Mwahahahaha!”
“HAHAHA— S-SAYAKA HEHEHE STO—”
“ahem.” We stopped and sat properly eyeing the leader whose both arms are crossed.
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NEXT DAY
I walked through the book store, I breathe heavily due to the smell of books and looked through all the section to look for the photography section. My disguise is not too extreme, I just have a loose two ponytail and sunglasses.
I placed my hand through all the magazines and articles until I saw my favorite model on a magazine cover. I happily looked at it and noticed my face on a cover just beside what I picked up.
Ahh it felt so weird to see my own face at a cover.
I cringed to myself
I blinked and suddenly someone picked up the magazine with my face on it. The sudden movement caught me off guard I gasp quietly.
No way a fan of our group is right beside me— Oh this is so embarrassing! I hope they don't think the one in the cover is beside them to the flesh!
I looked up to lock eyes with the stranger and the stranger was no other than the face I see everywhere on covers and pictures.
