Re: [Yuricon] Saiyuu no Ryouko: The Continuing Adventures of Yuriko, Issue 65
- Yuri-chan doing yoga. Lol! I like it!
On 5/16/10, EricaF <anilesbocon01@...> wrote:
> Saiyuu no Ryouko: The Continuing Adventures of Yuriko
> The Story So Far: Having adjusted on the fly to having a personal assistant,
> Yuriko is finding it a not unpleasant experience. But no one can help her
> with the harsh reality that is the upcoming tour.
> [For Issues 1-64: http://www.yuricon.org/snb%5d
> Volume 4, Issue 13
> "All Work and No Play"
> Yuriko leaned heavily against the wall, trying desperately to get some
> oxygen into her lungs. She'd feel really crappy about her performance a few
> minutes ago, except that Mayumi was slumped over a desk, sucking in great
> heaving breaths, as well.
> Their individual singing and dancing rehearsals had been going well, but
> when Renzo had them run through all the sets in full, the combined effort of
> doing both at once had left them hopelessly breathless and out of synch.
> Yuriko has missed several musical cues and the normally impeccable Mayumi
> has faltered in some of the more delicate dance steps.
> The two singers kept their unhappiness to themselves, but the tension on the
> stage was palpable.
> "Don't worry, don't worry!" Renzo's cheerful voice cut through the
> background whispers and gasps for air that were amplified by the sound
> system. "How convenient that the new voice coach is coming today. He'll get
> those lungs whipped into shape." Clapping his hands smartly, the director
> called for a fifteen-minute break. He stepped up to Yuriko, and placed a
> hand delicately on her shoulder, but addressed both women.
> "Get changed and join me in the piano room as soon as you're ready."
> Yuriko gave the director a watery smile and nodded then, with a groan,
> lifted herself away from the wall and shuffled her way to the dressing room.
> As she turned the corner, she could just about make out Mayumi pushing
> herself off the desk and angrily wiping her eyes – whether it was sweat or
> tears, Yuriko couldn't decide.
> "So Steve will be working you to death for the next two weeks." Renzo's
> laugh did not fill Yuriko with confidence.
> She had arrived at the small rehearsal room last, to find Mayumi is full
> "simper at the pretty boy mode" And although she couldn't place him, Yuri
> was sure that she had met the man somewhere. His light brown hair had the
> sun bleached look of a career beach bum, and his eyes were an exceptionally
> pale grey. His smile was on full-wattage as he responded to Mayumi's
> flirtation, somewhat ingenuously. Yuriko wondered whether she was playing
> him or vice versa.
> Introductions over. Steve got right down to work. The smile disappeared,
> leaving a sun-wrinkled face with an intense look, and a quiet, focused
> "Let's start with improving your breath capacity, and we'll move on to
> projection. I've watched tapes of both of you, you've got the basics down
> solid, so we're going to move right into some advanced techniques."
> The Australian herded the women into the middle of the room, where two yoga
> mats were spread out on the floor. "We don't have a lot of time. I'm going
> to ask you both to practice on your own time, so we can move rapidly through
> the sequence." He invited them to lie down. "Have either of you ever done
> yoga before?"
> Yuriko laughed sarcastically. Mayumi sat up, indignance and annoyance
> written clearly on her face.
> "If this is going to be one of those meditations on my center kind of thing,
> I'll pass." Mayumi's voice was cold and unmoving. Yuriko privately agreed,
> but decided that the other woman could play the bad guy for this scene.
> "It's not," Steve assured her with a light push on her shoulder to lay her
> back down. "I'll avoid using any foreign-sounding words, unless there is
> absolutely no other way to describe something."
> And so, Yuriko found herself doing yogic breathing to the tone of a small
> bell marking the intervals. One more incredibly weird thing in a summer full
> of weirdness, she thought resignedly.
> By the time the lesson was over, Yuri's stomach hurt, her back hurt, and her
> throat was dry. "This had better be worth it" she muttered, as she stretched
> to pull the kinks out of her neck and back.
> Mayumi shot her a look that, had it come from another person, might have
> signaled agreement.
> "It will be," Steve confirmed with confidence. "Practice on your own and I
> promise that the next time I see you, you'll already feel the difference."
> Yuriko blew out an exhausted breath, but nodded. Mayumi didn't bother
> responding at all.
> Yuriko's eyes opened quite suddenly. For a moment she had no idea where she
> was, or why it was dark. Then her head cleared and she could see that she
> was riding in her car.
> Nami spoke quietly, "Did you have a nice nap?"
> Yuriko rubbed her eyes, trying to figure out where and when she was. "I
> guess so. What time is it?"
> "Nine-thirty. You have a late night live television show to do." The young
> woman paused, then continued. "Go back to sleep – I'll wake you when we get
> Yuriko started to protest, but thought better of it, and closed her eyes.
> "I'll leave it to you," she muttered and was out in a moment.
> Yuriko grimaced, as the sickly-sweet taste of the energy drink was washed
> away by a mouthful of green tea. She thanked her assistant, handed her the
> empty can and straightened her hair in the mirror.
> "Why bother?" Nami smiled, "They'll redo it anyway in make-up."
> "It's a girl thing – you should understand," Yuriko grinned, arranging the
> hair over her eye with a quick tug.
> Nami had been true to her word, waking Yuriko gently but firmly, just before
> they had arrived at the studio where a popular live late-night talk show was
> Yuriko stared into the mirror. "Are those bags under my eyes?" she wondered
> out loud, but decided that it was just the lighting. She hoped.
> As the two women checked in with the studio security, then waited for a
> representative to take them to the appropriate soundstage, the blonde turned
> towards her assistant. "What was it like with your last client? I mean, you
> said it was long days, but was it TV shows and radio interviews?"
> The redhead shook her head. "It was more like late-night alcohol runs and
> dog sitting." She turned her head from side to side, taking in their
> surroundings. "The only show I ever saw her do was one of those "where are
> they now" things they do on New Year's. You know the kind, where they drag
> out all the ancient has-beens they can find and show clips of them when they
> were popular?" Nami sighed. "It was awful. She got so drunk she fell off the
> sofa while they were filming." She smiled up at Yuriko, "I left the next
> Yuriko held up her left hand, and put her right one over her heart. "I swear
> that I will never get falling-over drunk on TV and embarrass you."
> "Please don't, or Tsukiyama-san will fire me!" Nami didn't look terribly
> worried at the possibility.
> Their conversation was interrupted by a PA who, after droning a formulaic
> welcome, led them through the building.
> "Type 2?" Nami suggested. Yuriko had already filled her assistant in on the
> "types" of Production Assistant, as defined by Mariko.
> Yuriko leaned forward to address the PA. "How long have you been with the
> show?" she chirped, feeling the energy drink kicking in at last.
> The woman looked at her morosely. "Two years last month," she said, followed
> by a depressed sigh.
> Yuriko fell back in step with her assistant. "Type 2," she confirmed. The
> two hid their laughter and tried not to meet each other's gaze. Yuriko found
> herself relaxing a little. The she thought about the last television
> interview she had participated in, and the relaxation disappeared.
> It was always touch-and-go. Would the laughs be with her or at her? Would
> the host be welcoming or hostile? Most of all, would the crowd be receptive?
> She needn't have worried. The audience for this particular show was younger
> than most. They were *very* receptive, whooping at her name, applauding her
> appearance on stage and laughing heartily at her amusing stories. The host
> was very pleasant and the two of them judged a short karaoke contest to her
> latest hit. The winner, a young man with no rhythm, but a charming smile,
> won two tickets to the upcoming concert. Yuriko awarded the prize with an
> injunction that he bring a date, because it was going to be a great romantic
> concert. He just blushed, as Yuriko turned towards the audience and exhorted
> "anyone who'd like to go on a date with this fine young man, stand up!" at
> which about a third of the girls and a fifth of the guys in the audience
> rose. Everyone laughed and applauded, and the sequence was concluded
> When she shook hands with the host, she thanked him quite sincerely and they
> promised to do this again. With a wave, Yuriko left the stage to more
> applause and shouts. By the time she reached the green room, Yuriko felt
> Now I remember, she thought as she joined Nami for the last leg of the day.
> "This is what it's all about."
> The assistant looked up at her tiredly, but nodded in agreement. "Yes."
> Yuriko smiled gently at the young woman and put a hand on her shoulder.
> "Come on" she prodded, giving Nami a gentle shove toward the door. "Let's go
> They were being escorted back to the entrance by another morose production
> assistant, whose occasional uneven lurching worried them both. The poor
> thing looked dead on...his/her feet. Neither of them could decide whether
> their escort was, in fact, male or female.
> Nami seemed to be reaching for words, not entirely sure how to ask her
> question. She looked at her watch, then back at the idol. "You've been
> working since 5 in the morning. It's 12:30 now, and you've got to be back in
> at 6. How do you do it?"
> Yuriko shrugged, then smiled. "Well, for one thing, I absolutely don't look
> at the time very often." She laughed lightly. "And I often think about
> people who do construction, or who are nurses - or even mothers. I mean,
> they never get a break and work long hours all the time."
> They reached the studio entrance. Across the barrier were a small, but loud,
> group of girls, a boy or two and even a few older woman. When Yuriko came
> out into the muggy night, they started to shout. She waved and the ambient
> noise grew. Waving for her assistant to stay put, the blonde loped over,
> took a few autograph books and signed. When one of the girls yawned, she
> yawned too and they all laughed at her human frailty. She thanked them all
> for their support, asked them to come to the concert and waved at the
> cameras. Then she turned and headed towards the car.
> "But mostly," Yuriko said, as she closed the car door behind her and they
> moved off. "I think about them." She waved her hand behind her. "This is my
> job - making them happy for as long as I can. When they get tired of me,
> I'll be on one of those 'where are they now' shows." She laughed, but it was
> a little forced.
> There was silence as Nami thought over the singer's words. But as they
> pulled up to her apartment building, and the assistant gathered her things
> to get read to leave, she shook her head.
> "No, I don't think so," she pronounced finally, as she swiveled one foot out
> of the car. "You may not be a singer, or an idol, but somehow," she smiled
> brightly, "I don't think that anyone will ever have to wonder where you are
> With that thought the redhead skipped out of the car and headed into her
> building. Yuriko waved at her back, closed the door and told the driver, at
> last, to take her home.
> To Be Continued
> Saiyuu no Ryouko, Shoujoai ni Bouken, Yuriko and all other characters and
> events, copyright E. Friedman. All rights reserved.
- --- In Yuricon@yahoogroups.com, Allison P <apocalypseofjon@...> wrote:
>She was way ahead of the curve - this was written years ago, before the current spike in popularity. :-)
> Yuri-chan doing yoga. Lol! I like it!