My daily life with the original diva

You know, young idol singers like Hiroshi Kimura can easily write love or inspirational songs, but it's really difficult for them to write for their mothers. At this age, most people are in the rebellious stage of adolescence, and it's a good thing if they don't argue with their parents. They simply don't understand what family affection is all about.

Hiroshi Kimura is a prime example. He almost broke ties with his family in order to become a singer, and now asking him to write a song for his mother is not only making things difficult for him, but also disgusting him.

Akina Nakamori understood this perfectly well. She was furious and stomped her feet, pressing her high heels against the floor several times. "They're so mean! They're so mean! These reporters are all bad people. They're just trying to cause trouble for Kimura-san. Mr. Akio, I need to go check on them."

As Nakamori Akina was about to run away, Akiyuki said, "Come back. What use are you now except to cause trouble for Kimura-san? Just focus on recording the show. Right now, he has to shoulder these responsibilities alone, and perhaps you will need to in the future too."

She knew that going there would be useless, but she still wanted to go, to face the difficulties and the blame from others with Kimura-san. However, she also knew that if she rushed over, she might make things even more uncontrollable, so she had to stay calm.

"Go and tidy up your costume. We'll continue recording the show later. Don't worry, I'll have Ms. Noriko tell you as soon as I get news. Even if Kimura-san really can't write anymore and has to retire, as long as you're brave enough, it's not impossible for us to be together in the future." Akiyuki Yoshizawa knew that just trying to persuade her wouldn't work, so it was better to go along with Nakamori Akina's wishes.

Hearing what Akiyuki Yoshizawa said, Nakamori Akina finally calmed down completely, turned around and bowed to Akiyuki Yoshizawa, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Akiyuki, you've really worked hard. You're right, it doesn't matter if he retires, I can earn money, I will work hard."

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to realize her mistake, her face flushed red, and she hurriedly ran away. After all, what she had just said was particularly bold, and she was really embarrassed to stay.

Akiyuki Yoshizawa, who was left in the lounge, was bewildered. Was that what I meant? I told you to try dating, and if you couldn't handle the external pressure, you could break up. How did you escalate it to the point of earning money to support a family?

At the reception, when Suzuki Saburo brought up this topic, the room erupted in chaos, filled with a barrage of insults directed at Suzuki Saburo and his family, because what he had done was simply too much.

Even Inoue Yosui couldn't stand it anymore. He unusually quieted everyone down and said, "Could we change the theme? Mr. Suzuki, your request is a bit too much. I think the theme of love is fine."

Faced with Inoue Yosui's face, which resembled that of a Yakuza boss, Suzuki Saburo felt a little nervous. But if he backed down now, wouldn't he lose face and disgrace the Weekly Bunshun reporter?

"This is what Kimura-san himself said. Any theme is fine, whether it's love or inspiration. Perhaps you've already written songs for each other before, so I think there's no problem with a song for your mother. What do you think, Kimura-san?"

Just now, it was Kimura Hiroshi who provoked Suzuki Saburo, but now the situation has reversed, and he is provoking Kimura Hiroshi.

With a relaxed expression, Kimura Hiroshi nodded in agreement with Suzuki Saburo's words, "Yes, Mr. Suzuki is right. Let's use mothers as the theme. The forty minutes will begin now. Please be patient and wait for me during these forty minutes. Please stay away from me and be quiet to give me the environment to create."

He accepted, and everyone present immediately looked at Kimura Hiroshi with newfound respect. The fact that he agreed to such an unreasonable request at least showed that he had absolute confidence in himself.

Picking up his pen, Hiroshi Kimura began to ponder, and the hall fell silent as everyone watched him on stage, deep in thought as he studied the musical score.

Hiroshi Kimura possesses a unique charm when he enters a state of focused contemplation. The fans in the audience were stunned, as this was a rare sight and the first time they had ever witnessed Kimura in a creative state.

"Ah, Kimura-san when he's serious is so charming, my heart is about to jump out of my chest."

"Yeah, me too. No wonder he's my idol."

The fans discussed in hushed tones, while on stage, Hiroshi Kimura pondered for about ten minutes before starting to write, sketching and drawing on the staff. Everyone knew he had an idea and was actually writing a song; they just didn't know how well it turned out.

"Could he really write it?" At this moment, Higashima Eri began to worry. If Kimura Hiroshi really could write songs, then they would be in trouble.

Seeing Kimura Hiroshi start writing, Suzuki Saburo lost his earlier confidence, frowning with some worry. But he still said, "He's just bluffing. I don't believe he can learn songwriting on his own in half a year. He's definitely just scribbling and making a last-ditch effort."

The tense and exciting forty minutes were felt not only by the fans, reporters, and TV crew present, but also by the viewers watching on television. Everyone was eager to see if Hiroshi Kimura could write a song in such a short time.

The first live television broadcast was full of novelty and excitement. The ratings of the three broadcasting stations immediately increased, with Fuji TV's ratings even jumping to 32%. They also took advantage of this time to air a few commercials, which drew a lot of criticism from the audience, and some even went to the TV station to complain.

"Since we're just waiting anyway, airing a few commercials will give us a break!" said the operations manager of Fuji Television.

The tense and expectant forty minutes passed in the blink of an eye, with more than thirty minutes gone. Kimura Hiroshi on the stage finally put down his pen and smiled, "It's finished. The time was too short, so there are always some flaws."

"Ms. Mieko, would you please have someone bring up the piano? I'd like to play a piece for everyone. Oh, and Mr. Suzuki, when you conducted your survey, I didn't seem to have any piano lessons either. I've been learning for the past six months at Ken-On, so I'll play a little something in a bit. What do you think?"

He finished writing it, he really wrote it, in just over thirty minutes, how is that possible, he really wrote it.

"Impossible, impossible, it must be fake. Only half an hour has passed, how could you possibly have written it? Your sheet music must be full of scribbles." Suzuki Saburo had endured what was almost the most difficult thirty minutes of his life, and now Kimura Hiroshi said he had written it. How could that be? Could he really have learned to compose in half a year and then write a song in just over thirty minutes?

The characteristics of the Japanese are really something else: they never admit their mistakes. Kimura Hiroshi didn't give Suzuki Saburo any face either, and directly held the sheet music high so that everyone who could see it could see it.

"Look carefully, this is the sheet music. I've already filled in the lyrics. I've named this song 'To the Future,' a song dedicated to all mothers," Kimura Hiroshi said to everyone present.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: All Doubts Vanished

On the previously blank staff, a melody had now appeared, with lyrics written below, which everyone present saw.

Through the live television cameras, all the viewers in front of their televisions saw that Kimura Hiroshi wrote this on a blank musical staff in front of everyone. No one could deny it, and no one could say that he faked it, because Kimura Hiroshi had been sitting there the whole time, and no one had come close to him.

"He wrote it! He really wrote it! My God, he wrote a song in just half an hour. Even if the composition is rubbish, he's still a genius."

"Yes, it's really unbelievable. He actually did it. This time, Weekly Bunshun is probably going to be in trouble. This kid can learn song composition in just half a year. It's really unbelievable."

Once the song was finished, no one could deny it. Anyone who could read sheet music glanced at it and knew it was a song, and it seemed to be of a pretty good standard.

But this was a bolt from the blue for Saburo Suzuki, Eri Higashi, and people in the rock scene. They always said that it was impossible for Hiroshi Kimura to learn how to compose in just half a year, but now it seems that he has indeed learned it, and learned it very well. Doesn't that mean that what they said before about ghostwriting was not true at all?

The scene was filled with noise and cheers. The noise came from reporters and people in the rock scene who couldn't believe their eyes, while the cheers came from Kimura Hiroshi's fans. Their idol was right; he really wrote it. He was truly amazing.

"Impossible, impossible, how could this be? This must be a fake, the kind of song that no singer could ever sing, it must be fake." Just now, Suzuki Saburo said that Kimura Hiroshi was struggling in his death throes, and now it was his turn to say that, as he roared in a desperate voice.

The entertainment reporters in the front row all saw the sheet music. Most of them who work in the entertainment industry can understand it. They know that this is definitely a song, but they don't know what it will sound like when sung. After all, their appreciation skills are not very good.

"Is that so? Then I'll make a fool of myself. Ms. Michiko, please bring the piano up. Please enjoy this song dedicated to mothers, 'To the Future'." Kimura Hiroshi didn't bother to say anything more and walked to the piano that Michiko had brought up, holding the sheet music.

This song, "To the Future," originally sung by the Japanese female singer group Kiroro, is considered a famous piece. It was later adapted into a Chinese single and sung by Rene Liu, becoming incredibly popular. However, this version transformed what was originally a song written for her mother into a love song.

Sitting down at the piano, all other sounds in the room vanished. At that moment, everyone present was waiting to see what the song that would be born before their eyes would be like.

With his fingers stroking the piano keys, Hiroshi Kimura closed his eyes and recalled the key points of playing the song. Then, the melodious piano music began, and everyone present and the audience were immediately drawn to it.

The main accompaniment to this song is piano music. Kimura Hiroshi has brought out all the piano skills he has learned in the past six months, striving to bring out the essence of this song.

The piano music was melodious and beautiful, captivating everyone present. Kimura Hiroshi lowered his voice and began to sing the lyrics along with the melodious piano music.

"Look at your feet, this is the road you will walk; look ahead, that is your future. My mother gave me so much warmth. She told me to move forward with love in my heart. I was very young then and did not understand the meaning of her words. She held my hand and we have walked together to where we are today."

...Dreams always seem to be in the distant sky, unreachable and frightening me, but I still keep chasing them... That tenderness sometimes disgusts me, and I can't be honest with my estranged mother...

The melody is beautiful, and the lyrics are beautiful too. It tells the story of a child with dreams who is confused about his future. His mother holds his hand and leads him forward, but he hates this tenderness and wants to break away from his mother and go on his own. However, he can't bear to leave his mother. He moves forward step by step in this dilemma.

It not only expresses maternal love but also the mindset of children. It can be said to be a song dedicated to mothers, but it can also be said to be a song dedicated to all mothers and children, or it can be said to be a reflection of Hiroshi Kimura himself.

He almost severed ties with his family for his dream. Did he really want that? Perhaps not. He also hoped to have his family's support.

Whether watching on television or attending in person, everyone was immersed in the beautiful song. At that moment, all doubts about Hiroshi Kimura vanished. He was just that talented, writing such a song in such a short time based on his own circumstances.

When the song ended, the audience was initially silent, then erupted in thunderous applause. Before their eyes, such a beautiful song had been born. They were witnesses to this event, which was truly unique in the entertainment industry, and at that moment, they suddenly felt a sense of honor.

"Very good, very good, haha, Kimura-san, I really didn't expect you to be able to write such a song in just half an hour. If we're talking about talent, you're better than me." After listening to Kimura Hiroshi's song, Inoue Yosui's usually stern face broke into a rare smile as he praised Kimura Hiroshi's talent.

There was no way around it; today's reception was just too amazing, even more spectacular than what's shown in a movie. He just wished he wasn't the star of the show.

Kimura Hiroshi, however, remained calm and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Inoue. You've worked hard today; I haven't let you down."

"Kimura-chan, Kimura-chan!" At this moment, the entire venue was filled with shouts of "Kimura Hiroshi!" It was the fans' shouts, signifying that Kimura Hiroshi had won.

The reporters present were all somewhat disappointed. They had originally thought they would come to see a popular idol apologize and retire, but what they saw was a dramatic comeback.

That means all the reports they wrote about criticizing Kimura Hiroshi are now being used against them. Tomorrow they'll be the clowns, which is bound to be a bad feeling. They feel no remorse whatsoever; on the contrary, they hate Kimura Hiroshi even more.

Of course, there were others in even worse condition than them, namely Saburo Suzuki and Eri Higashima of Weekly Bunshun. Their faces were almost bloodless. They had come today to review their reporting results on the fall of a popular idol, but now it seemed that they were the ones who had fallen, and they would definitely lose their jobs when they returned.

As for those in the rock scene, they were also ashen-faced. They had lost this battle, and this would likely become a stain on their record, leaving them with no chance of ever recovering.

After returning to his seat and waiting for the shouts to subside, Hiroshi Kimura finally spoke, "Now everyone has no more questions, right? I can indeed write songs, although they're not very good."

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience. This is considered poorly written? Then probably no one can write well. This is a mockery of the media outlets that spoke ill of him.

"Alright, I've wasted too much of your time. I've done what I needed to do. Also, the investigative report in Weekly Bunshun is true, and you don't need to question it. It's just that the truth is selective."

If you're really interested in my past, I suggest you take a comprehensive look: why I became withdrawn, why I developed negative tendencies, and finally, what they didn't say—that I was actually a top student with consistently excellent grades.

After saying that, Kimura Hiroshi had no intention of staying any longer. He had made enough of a splash today, and the rest was left to Hanami Kagami to handle. The doubts about his ghostwriting were now over, and anyone who wrote similar reports in the future would probably only be met with harsh criticism.

The reporters still had many questions to ask, but Kimura Hiroshi didn't want to answer anymore. He hurriedly ran backstage, clearly not wanting to get entangled with the reporters any longer.

Once backstage, Kimura Hiroshi lost his stage presence and thanked each and every staff member who had come to support him and those who had been worried sick these past few days, since he had truly caused trouble for everyone this time.

The press conference was delayed for another half hour before it finally ended. Inoue Yosui left early with the Anzenchi (safe zone). He had enough to brag about for a long time, so he left in a good mood and told Kimura Hiroshi that he would come to visit him sometime.

As for the staff, they were too tired from preparing for the reception these past two days, so the dinner was cancelled and they were allowed to go home and rest. Kimura Hiroshi promised to give each staff member a big gift before the end of the year, which made everyone even happier.

Finally, Hiroshi Kimura, protected by his manager, assistant, and on-site staff, walked out of the stadium and prepared to go to the parking lot to get a car and leave.

As he walked to the entrance of the stadium, Kimura Hiroshi saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appear in front of him. It was his eldest sister from his hometown. He never expected that she would appear here.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Difficult Older Sister

In a relatively upscale Western restaurant near the apartment, Kimura Hiroshi watched the older woman across the table slowly eating her steak, feeling somewhat lost. He was not prepared to meet his family in this world at all, but some things don't wait for you to be ready.

When he was submerged in the sea of ​​consciousness of this body, he could sense the presence of his family, but he couldn't see them. However, he knew what they did and said.

But since we haven't really spent time together, there will always be some awkwardness and unfamiliarity when we actually meet.

The eldest sister in front of him, Kimura Ryo, was seven years older than him and was Kimura Hiroshi's only sibling. They looked four or five parts alike and she was a rare beauty. Since childhood, a group of boys had been willing to follow her around like little lapdogs.

But his older sister was very mature from a young age. She looked down on boys her age and was a super academic achiever, even better than Hiroshi Kimura. She almost never ranked second and easily entered Waseda University to study finance.

After graduating from university, she was supposed to stay in Tokyo to work at a foreign bank, but after working there for just over a year, her father, Nobushi Kimura, called her back. The reason, of course, was that his younger brother, who was in his previous life, was going to be useless, and he wanted his sister to come back and take over the family business.

At that time, Kimura Hiroshi, the predecessor of the family, had already expressed his desire to become a singer and also showed signs of aversion to school. In order to maintain the family's influence in the local agricultural association, he had no choice but to call his daughter back and have her work in the agricultural association.

The eldest sister complained a lot about her predecessor because of this. She was a beautiful woman who graduated from a prestigious university with a degree in finance, but instead of staying in bustling Tokyo to enjoy life, she had to go back to do agriculture.

Where are there young people doing agriculture these days? It's all middle-aged and old men. How could she possibly like such a working environment? Young people all prefer big cities and want to enjoy a rich and colorful life.

As for his decision to become an idol singer, his eldest sister, Kimura Ryo, and the family stood together. They all felt that the entertainment industry was too chaotic and he was too young. They didn't know what he would become if he went there, and he had to finish university first.

But by then, he had made up his mind. He secretly packed his things and his pocket money and ran away. It was only after he ran away that he found out that his parents and sister knew about his escape plan. They had stuffed three wallets in his backpack and clothes, each containing hundreds of thousands of yen. It was this money that kept him from starving to death in Tokyo for the first six months.

"You brat, isn't it incredibly rude of you to stare at your older sister like that? You haven't learned anything good since you entered the entertainment industry." Seeing her younger brother staring at her, Kimura Ryo was about to lose her temper and raised her fork as if to hit him on the head.

Kimura Hiroshi didn't dodge; he figured the little fork wouldn't hurt much if it hit his head, but it didn't land. Unable to resist asking, "Why did you suddenly come to Tokyo, sister? Did something happen at home?"

"Ha, you brat, it's all because of you that such a big mess happened. You don't think the family doesn't know anything, do you? Dad sent me here. He said if you can't handle it, I should take you home. It's all your fault. I had to drive all afternoon and didn't even have dinner." After saying that, he forked a piece of steak and took a big bite.

She said she wanted to sever ties, but she was still worried about her son and kept a close eye on his every move. How to describe this feeling? It felt wonderful. At least there were more connections in the world, so she didn't feel too lonely.

"That must have been tough, but why has my sister become so rude? Has she been spending too much time with those gossipy old women?" Seemingly inheriting his old ways of getting along, Kimura Hiroshi couldn't help but start using foul language.

This really stirred up a hornet's nest. Kimura Ryo raised her fork, ready to hit him. "It's all your fault! If I had followed Dad's arrangements, it wouldn't be me suffering like this. You ruined my carefree days in Tokyo."

Unfortunately, she couldn't hit him at all. Kimura Hiroshi dodged twice, and Kimura Ryo didn't have any intention of chasing after him, since she didn't really want to hit anyone.

“You handled things very well today, so I don’t need to take you home. However, you must come home for the New Year, otherwise, Dad will come and drag you back himself, understand?” Kimura Ryo warned.

After all, he had been away for almost a year, and his mother missed him very much. If he didn't go back, they would probably really come to arrest him. Kimura Hiroshi knew he couldn't avoid it, so he could only nod to indicate that he understood.

"Where will you stay tonight? Should I arrange a hotel for you?" Kimura Hiroshi asked.

After finishing her steak and drinking a glass of juice, Kimura Ryo rolled her eyes. "A hotel? Is it appropriate for a single girl like me to go to a hotel? Let's go to your apartment and see where you live."

"No, that's not a good idea." Kimura Hiro instinctively wanted to refuse, even though they were siblings, he hadn't fully accepted it in his mind yet.