“Thank you~! See you all next Nurusasa Wednesday at ten o’clock PM~!!”

The lights and music cut as the show ended. Sasara wrapped up his performance as you, his costume director, waited backstage for him to come back.

You were flipping through Sasara’s countless bright, sequined, eccentric suits. You had outfits to fit him for, orders to complete, but your thought were interrupted by the sound of the door swinging open.

“-Oh man, that show was a flop!”

Sasara sighed dramatically flapping his folding fan reading ‘Laugh’ as he eased out of his TV voice.