Sometimes you wondered how this poor guy even got the job.

Atsushi was a nervous wreck of an Idol, and you were his makeup artist. Spending hours at a time in his office, situated in front of a mirror, working away tirelessly at his face whilst he ranted his worries out to you.

“I mean, I don’t even know if I know the entire choreography for this song-“ He confided, his voice almost quivering with anxiety.