Ossan (36) Ga Idol Ni Naru Hanashi Chapter 15

Just came back from a trip! Anyway, I saw that this had been dropped, so decided to do this on a whim…..once again, most of this is MTL with a little bit of my JLPT skills….. Tell me if you wanna pick it up/want me to (probably) pick it up  15. And then, Destiny Begins Moving Again On the day of the performance, the three gathered in the park close to the sports gym. Fumi, who was in the role of a photographer, holding her camera, reviewed the moments.
Early morning on Sat.u.r.day , there were few people. Yoichi, putting a poultice on his calf, asked s.h.i.+ju, who was doing stretches.

「So, I wonder how our moments were. I practiced in the midst of my work as a Director, I might make you models a laughing stock」

「You’re amazing Yoichi san, to remember so well while being busy」

「Fumi too, is quite spartan……」

「Jeez! Uncle, don’t say that!」

s.h.i.+ju pacifies Fumi who gets angry with dyed cheeks, saying well, well.

「Thanks to that, its more or less perfect. All that’s left is to do our best on stage」

「The costumes this time we’re provided by the maker. It seems that the want it to be photographed, before the performance. With the three of you.」

「「Eh!?」」

The two ossans trembled at Fumi, who suddenly went in work mode.

「Miroku will be fine somehow, but us…… 」

「It’s because he is tall, and he looks good. It is a wish on the maker’s side, Miroku’s work will increase too～?」

「Well, isn’t it good? Its probably only for this time. They haven’t charged us the price of the costumes, and if Miroku does his best, it will be nothing but great」

「I’ll do my best!」

Miroku was nervous. To be accurate he was nervous since a week ago. And that nervousness was about to reach its peak now.
A small plump hand softly intertwined with Miroku ‘s hand that was becoming cold.

(Warm…Soft…)

When he slowly opened his eyes, a smiling  Fumi was there.

「Thank you, Fumi-chan」

「Please enjoy today. Please showoff a lot of the cool Miroku-san」

「The one who’s showing off is this person… 」
「Well, isn’t it fine, overlook it for today」

The figure of the two of them whose faces turned bright red and fl.u.s.tered formed a distance between each other was pleasant, it was as if the nervousness from just a while ago had disappeared somewhere,so Yoichi and s.h.i.+ju were relieved.

The venue was the neighbourhood munic.i.p.al hall, so it was around the extent of a somewhat larger movie theatre.
This time, it was supposed to hold the members of the kids dance school next to the sports gym, and the recitation and dancing of the people in the old age a.s.sociation at the same time.

(It’s quite s.p.a.cious……)

Although he could say that he’d gotten accustomed to be seen by people, it was his first time being on such a stage and he was anxious.Yoichi who saw such a Miroku said「The one who is not all right is not you, but me! I am the Director!」in a voice as if he were cry and made him laugh.
In the waiting room crowded with people, when he was changing clothes while saying something or the other, Miroku’s younger sister, Nina, who had sneaked away from work just for this day, showed her face.
After that, saying he’d return immediately, when Miroku comforted Nina, who seemed annoyed by patting her head, at that moment,Nina, who became in high spirits, showed her usual brocon manner.
Giving Yoichi a Soft Mohican-like hair without using hair clippers, coaching s.h.i.+ju on the way to trim his beard, while making the best use of the naturally curly hair by making it long and letting a little bit of the front hang loose. Because Miroku’s was troublesome, she set it slightly firmly.
His turn was the last.
Because the probability of the members of the sports gym being the final performance were high every time, the three silently waited for their turn.

The stage was dark. Beginning from an acoustic guitar solo, in a flash, the three were illuminated by the light.
Putting their hands on the felt hats on their heads, wearing a white three piece suit, each having a s.h.i.+rt with of their own in Red・Yellow・Blue.
They belt out complicated steps in the triplet twice in the prelude with increasing tempo.

Once it enters into the song, Miroku looks at the venue.
The audience seating is dark and he practically cannot see the expression on the audience’s faces. But when he thinks about how his family, people from his office, and the members of the gym are somewhere in there, a smile naturally comes out.
In the job of a model too, you have to be conscious of the other side of the camera. That doesn’t change even here.
The fact that people are watching. The fact that there are people that accept one’s existence.
When he looked beside him, Yoichi san showed a warm smile, and on the opposite side, s.h.i.+ju san gave a seductive wink.

A shrill voice emanated from the venue. Spellbound at Miroku’s tenor that resounded well and his smile which seemed as if it would melt, adult oneesamas broke down at Yoichi’s warm yet slightly bashful smile, and ojousans were mesmerised by the former host s.h.i.+ju who made free use of his weapon knowing that his solar plexus was bewitching.
Each having his own personality, it wouldn’t end as it is.

In the first half, doing one movement every two beats, they danced with a slow image, a little before the hook of the song, moving wachawacha1,  they showed the preparation for the increasing tempo
Once it entered the hook2 the three a.s.sembled in a step, partially incorporating hip-hop, the complex footwork made the audience direct their eyes at their feet.
Once they think so, they create a comical mood while shaking their hats like a tambourine and doing line dance-like movements.
They express the contents of the lyrics in the interlude and the B section of the song. In the duet of Yoichi and s.h.i.+ju, when Miroku broke into the introduction of the final hook, the whole venue was engulfed by laughter.
In the final hook, the whole venue erupted in applause, and they somehow managed to do the final triplet quadrupled steps.

They do a finish by throwing their hats above.
And the three ossans sank onto the floor.
The venue was engulfed by laughter.

「Oh no! It ended, d.a.m.n it! 」
「I’m fine now!」
「It was fun! Ahahahahaha! 」

Realising the applause that didn’t stop ringing, they unsteadily stood up and bowed.
Drenched in sweat and with trembling knees, s.h.i.+ju lent his shoulder to Yoichi, looking at such a situation, the oneesamas and ojousans let out a pa.s.sionate sigh.
The girls watched Miroku happy and with a smiling face, spellbound, but once he notices Fumi clapping with all her might, he turns to face there, and with a smile that seemed as if it would melt he sends a flying kiss.
At that moment, an earth shattering scream resoundes from the group of women. Miroku had the intention of showing off 『The cool Miroku san』 to Fumi, but the person in question, Fumi,  was overcome with dizziness and was being supported by Mihachi, who was beside her, the seductive natural airhead on the stage was. .h.i.t at the back of his head by the two ossans and formally retreated from the stage.

And the performance once again began moving Miroku’s destiny.

Author’s Notes –

Thank you all for reading!

T/N –

1. Some kind of a dance movement

2. High point of a song.