Dark Side of the Industry
"If selling my soul gets me to Tokyo Dome, then consider it sold."
Emi remembered the first time she saw her idol on stage — the lights, the cheers, the illusion of perfection. Back then, she thought it was all about talent: who trained the hardest, who sang the best, who shined the brightest.
But when she finally entered the industry herself, the truth hit harder than any rehearsal ever could. It wasn't about talent. It was politics. It was about who could sell more, who could smile wider, who could keep the sponsors happy, and who was willing to go further — behind the scenes, after the curtains closed.
She was baffled. Disillusioned. But she didn't run.
Instead, she doubled down.
If the game was dirty, then she'd get her hands filthy. If dreams had a price, she would pay it — in sweat, in skin, in silence. Because Emi didn't come this far to walk away. She would rise. Even if it meant giving up everything... piece by piece.