IDOL MANNERISMS

Hiro looked down at the clipboard in her hands, then at the courtyard, up at the sky, the trees, before settling back on the blank sheet of paper in her hands. For once, Hatsuboshi Academy's courtyard was empty, desolate of people, a barren wasteland with not a single person or thing to observe.

Frustrating. Hiro, per the Producer's request, had been trying to gather mannerisms to mentally study and incorporate into her own mannerisms onstage, a less taxing form of training than traditional lessons. Though the Producer had told her that she could start attending normal lessons regularly, Hiro still opted to take notes — the more taxing the better, she thought to herself.

Even now, she couldn't help revel in that fleeting emotion of pleasure that passed her by. For Hiro, a child prodigy, always sailing through life, moments like this that came with idolhood felt relieving, despite the severe strain it put on her body and mind.

"Hm... oh, a person."

Indeed, there was a person exiting the school's main building, donning the first year uniform — same year as me, Hiro mentally noted — and approaching the courtyard area. This was her chance.