My daily life with the original diva

Hearing this, Akira Yoshizawa's face twisted in disgust. "You two are acting like thieves!" he thought. "Alright, stop fooling around and hurry up and go to the rehearsal. I'll take good care of Kimura-san. It won't matter if we get caught."

Upon hearing that nothing particularly exciting or tense was going to happen, Akina Nakamori actually became somewhat downcast, seemingly anticipating such an event.

"Alright, I won't trouble you any further, Mr. Akiyuki. By the way, Kimura-san, what do you think of my look?" As she spoke, she struck a dance move she used when singing about forbidden zones.

Well, if it were that blue-black plaid stage outfit, this move would have had a bit of a domineering and rebellious feel to it. But now, it looks like a punk rocker striking a pose at the entrance of a village, except without the cement.

Quite against his will, Kimura Hiroshi raised his hand and gave a thumbs-up as a form of praise, though he simply couldn't bring himself to say the words of genuine compliment!

Receiving this thumbs-up made Nakamori Akina completely happy. After bowing in acknowledgment, she happily followed the rehearsal group toward the stage.

At this moment, Hiroshi Kimura finally breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he didn't say anything strange, otherwise he would have ruined Akina Nakamori's good mood at her first time participating in the Kohaku Uta Gassen, which would have been a truly heinous crime.

“Alright, let’s go to the side now. We can watch their rehearsal from there, and if there are any problems, we can handle them.” With that, Akiyuki Yoshizawa led Kimura Hiroshi toward the side of the stage.

On both sides of the stage are almost all the singers' managers. They can observe what problems the singers have on stage and resolve them backstage in time to avoid delaying the rehearsal schedule.

Once inside, Akiyuki Yoshizawa greeted his familiar manager, while Kimura Hiroshi followed behind, pretending to be invisible. However, his tall stature still attracted a lot of attention. Fortunately, the lighting was dim, making it difficult to see his face, and as long as he didn't speak, no one should recognize him.

This spot offers a close enough view of the stage to see it clearly. Wow, no wonder it's the Red and White Song Festival; they've really brought together the most popular artists.

For example, the current actress who played the older version of Oshin, the young Yuko Tanaka, starred in the story of Oshin, which was a hit on NHK's morning drama series and achieved a viewership rating of around 50% in the Kanto region, which is quite impressive.

Other notable artists include Seiko Matsuda, Hiroshi Itsuki, Shinichi Mori, Takashi Hosokawa, Kenji Sawada, and many more.

However, among all these people, Kimura Hiroshi only noticed that Tanaka Yuko was somewhat excited. After all, she was a young Empress Dowager, and so beautiful that anyone would probably have some improper thoughts.

It was just a rehearsal, and the schedule was very tight. Yuko Tanaka appeared briefly and then left. After that, various singers took turns on stage. It wasn't until the middle to later part of the performance that Akina Nakamori finally came on stage. She seemed a little nervous, and if you looked closely, you could see that her hands were shaking.

Stage fright has always been a part of Akina Nakamori's life. Her hands are often seen shaking when she sings on stage, sometimes quite violently, earning her the nickname "Shaky Nakamori".

However, her performance was flawless, which was quite remarkable. The rehearsal only involved singing one section, since there were many other singers to perform, and the rehearsal had to be fast; otherwise, the rehearsal time would have been too long.

Seeing Akina Nakamori finish her song and walk quickly backstage, Akira also turned and left. But just as Hiroshi Kimura turned around to follow, he saw out of the corner of his eye that Akina Nakamori, who was in a hurry to get off the stage, suddenly sank down. This was obviously not the speed that should be when going down the steps. Sure enough, he heard a female singer scream.

Chapter Seventy-Two is forty-nine kilograms.

"Ah, Akina-san has fallen!" someone shouted in alarm.

Upon hearing this voice, Kimura Hiroshi, who was in the audience, jumped onto the stage without thinking and ran towards the back of the stage. At this time, the people on the stage noticed what was happening behind them and gathered around to see what was going on.

With his tall stature, Kimura Hiroshi pushed aside the onlookers and looked down to see Nakamori Akina sitting on the ground with tears in her eyes and a pained expression, clutching her right knee with her hand.

Kimura Hiroshi, who ran over, ignored the onlookers and went straight to Nakamori Akina's side. He knelt down, approached her, and asked anxiously, "Akina-san, where are you injured? Your right leg?"

Akina Nakamori, her face contorted in pain, saw Hiroshi Kimura, nodded vigorously, and pointed to her right knee, clearly unable to speak from the pain.

With her leg injured, Kimura Hiroshi didn't dare to move her easily, but more and more people gathered around, and everyone was talking about it. Kimura Hiroshi knew that compared to the pain, Nakamori Akina probably disliked this scene even more. She didn't want to be pointed at and talked about like a spectator.

"Do you want to leave here, Akina-san?" Kimura Hiroshi whispered in Nakamori Akina's ear.

She nodded vigorously, clearly indicating that Nakamori Akina didn't want to stay there for even a second longer.

“Then support your right leg with your hand, and I’ll carry you away from here. It might hurt, but bear with it.” Kimura Hiro pulled one of Nakamori Akina’s hands to support her right calf, then reached under her shoulder from the left, wrapped his arms around her back, and supported her thigh with his other hand, gently lifting her up.

Fearing that shaking might cause problems with his injury, Kimura Hiroshi walked very lightly, not daring to lift his feet too high, letting Nakamori Akina bury her head in his arms. But he still walked very fast, and soon reached the backstage area.

At this moment, it seemed that someone recognized Hiroshi Kimura, because his features were too obvious: his tall stature and his messy hair.

"That's not a staff member, is it? It looks like Mr. Kimura?"

"Mr. Kimura, which Mr. Kimura?"

"Kimura Hiroshi? You didn't know that? How did he end up here, and even picked up Akina-san?"

Clearly, they had no way of knowing more. Kimura Hiroshi carried Nakamori Akina away from the stage and headed backstage to the dressing room. As they walked, Kimura Hiroshi comforted her, "Just bear with it a little longer, we'll go to the hospital soon."

Nestled in Kimura Hiroshi's arms, Nakamori Akina could feel the violent rise and fall of his chest as he carried her, along with the strong thumping of his heart. She felt incredibly at ease, and even the pain in her legs seemed to lessen considerably.

"It's really reassuring and gives me a lot of strength." Nakamori Akina nestled her head in Kimura Hiroshi's arms, as if trying to burrow deeper.

Upon receiving the news, Akiyuki Yoshizawa and Ms. Noriko quickly rushed over. Seeing Kimura Hiroshi carrying Nakamori Akina, they knew that the injury must be serious, and they quickly asked where the injury was.

"It's a right knee injury. I don't know if it's dislocated or fractured. Mr. Akiyuki, hurry up and get the car. Ms. Noriko, support Akina-san's right leg and keep it still." Kimura Hiroshi quickly instructed the two to act quickly and get her to the hospital as soon as possible.

At this point, a wheelchair or stroller would be ideal, as it would better protect the injury and reduce pain. However, the TV station's backstage staff couldn't find such a thing. If they continued to wait here, the more people who heard the news would get in, and reporters might appear here. They would then block you out, not caring whether you were injured or not; they only wanted to interview you, which could delay things even longer.

So it's best to leave here right now. Kimura Hiroshi carried Nakamori Akina, and Ms. Noriko supported her right calf. The three of them arrived at the parking lot in this strange manner. They gently placed Nakamori Akina in the back seat of the car. Kimura Hiroshi didn't forget to pat Nakamori Akina's hairy head, saying, "It doesn't hurt. We'll be at the hospital soon, and you'll be fine in no time."

Akina Nakamori, whose eyes were stinging and filled with tears, suddenly burst out laughing. "Hey, Kimura-san, I'm not a child. You don't need to comfort me like that."

"Alright, alright, I know you're an adult, Ms. Noriko. Could you please go back and retrieve Akina-san's belongings? Also, please tell the TV station staff about Ms. Akina's injury. Mr. Akio, you should know of any private hospitals nearby, right? Tell Ms. Noriko which hospital we're going to, and have her take a taxi there in a bit."

Kimura Hiroshi continued to give instructions, and the others, seemingly still reeling from the sudden incident, all followed his orders in an orderly manner.

After hearing the name of a hospital, Noriko returned to the TV station, while Akiyuki Yoshizawa led Kimura Hiroshi and the injured Nakamori Akina toward the hospital. Only five or six minutes had passed since the incident.

The group quickly arrived at the hospital and pushed Nakamori Akina in a wheelchair for examination. The results came back soon: her right lower leg was only dislocated, not fractured, and it would be fine after some immobilization. This relieved everyone.

After her right leg was immobilized, Nakamori Akina was pushed out. At this moment, the pain on her face was gone, and she looked much more relaxed.

"Go back and rest well. Don't move around too much for at least thirty days, otherwise it might get worse. It will heal on its own," the doctor advised.

Thirty days without being able to move around is not good news. Akira Yoshizawa's face was heavy. Nakamori Akina's schedule was very full at the end of the year, with many programs waiting for her. Now that this accident has happened, it means that all the programs have to be canceled. The impact is too great. It's not just a breach of contract, but also the exposure of those big programs.

Akina Nakamori was naturally aware of the problems caused by her injury. She felt somewhat guilty and said, "I'm really sorry for causing trouble for Mr. Akio. Don't worry, I'll be able to go back to work after a few days of rest. Please don't worry."

"No, if the dislocated joint doesn't heal properly, you'll suffer later." Kimura Hiroshi naturally couldn't bear to see Nakamori Akina working with an injury. Joint injuries must be taken seriously, otherwise, joint pain can be very serious when you get older.

However, Akina Nakamori disliked causing trouble for those around her, and she said firmly, "It's okay, Kimura-san, I can do it. Don't cause problems for everyone because of me. I can rest for a few days."

Once she's made up her mind, she's very stubborn. Kimura Hiroshi knew that persuasion was useless, so he could only turn his back on her, not wanting to argue with Nakamori Akina about this matter.

"Don't be like that, Kimura-san. Thank you so much for today. It was so embarrassing being stared at like that. If it weren't for you, Kimura-san, I don't know how much longer I would have had to wait there. You really are a trustworthy and powerful person." Noticing that Kimura Hiro was angry, she wheeled herself over to his side, pretending to be very gentle, and said in a coquettish tone with her eyes narrowed.

He couldn't help but tap Nakamori Akina's forehead. "You decide your own affairs, but I am indeed very strong. Most people can't lift a little fatso like you."

When Nakamori Akina heard the nickname "Little Fatty," she was stunned. "Kimura-san is really heartbreaking. I've lost so much weight, I only weigh 49 kilograms now. How can you call me 'Little Fatty'?"

"Ah, it weighs a full fifty kilograms, no wonder it's so heavy."

“It’s forty-nine kilograms, Kimura-san. I must correct your mistake.”

The two started arguing over just one kilogram, leaving Ms. Akiyuki Yoshizawa and Ms. Noriko, who were standing nearby, dumbfounded. They didn't seem like top idols at all; they were so childish!

Chapter 73 I hate people who only say half of what they mean.

Due to an accidental injury, their plan to cook a late-night snack at Nakamori Akina's apartment had to be canceled. They left the hospital after 11 p.m., and cooking would take until the early hours of the morning, as Nakamori Akina, who had just been injured, needed to rest.

The next morning, as expected, many media outlets reported that Akina Nakamori was injured during the rehearsal for the Kohaku Uta Gassen the previous night. They also claimed that Nakamori was carried away by a mysterious young man who had been seen behaving intimately with her backstage. The reports were so detailed and elaborate that it was as if they had witnessed it themselves.

In reality, because of Kimura Hiroshi's decisive decision, not a single photo was taken at the time. The media reports were all based on someone's oral account, without any corroboration.

Akina Nakamori's unexpected injury was terrible news for Ken-On, but there was also good news. A few days ago, due to the ghostwriting incident, the sales of Hiroshi Kimura's new single were almost at a standstill. After the press conference the day before yesterday, his record sales returned to normal and even surged.

Yesterday alone, sales exceeded 80,000 copies, which is not the sales volume of a record that has been on sale for a month. In other words, this ghostwriting incident not only has no impact on Hiroshi Kimura, but may on the contrary, it may even boost the sales of Hiroshi Kimura's record, which can be regarded as positive publicity.

"We expect sales to surpass one million copies by the end of the year, Kimura-san. You might become the first person, after Pink Lady, to have all your singles and albums sold over one million copies within a year." Yukio Tomioka was very pleased to see these sales figures.

An agent's income is actually linked to the artist's income. The higher the record sales, the more bonuses the agent can receive. This year, the two highest-paid agents at Ken-On are him and Akiyuki Yoshizawa, because they are in charge of the two most popular idols.

Kimura Hiroshi was satisfied with the sales figures. It wasn't a waste of his time and effort with so many media outlets; at least it wasn't all losses. His fame had increased, and record sales had also gone up. "It couldn't be better. So, could the royalties be paid sooner?"

At times like this, Yukio Tomioka would think that Hiroshi Kimura was a money-grubber. Every time he talked about record sales and honors, the first thing he would ask was whether the royalties could be paid in advance.

However, Kimura Hiroshi is usually very generous and often buys gifts for him and Michiko. For this incident, he not only gave hundreds of thousands of yen in rewards to every staff member of his agency who was involved, but also bought expensive gifts to thank the staff of the TV station who participated in the live broadcast.

Yesterday he had the money and gifts sent out, which is very similar to Nakamori Akina. The only difference is that Nakamori Akina doesn't urge the agency to send out the rewards in advance.

"Kimura-san, the firm's financial operations have their own rules, and it's impossible for them to pay out in advance every time. So you shouldn't even think about it. This time, the royalties won't be in your hands until at least March next year," Yukio Tomioka advised.

At this point, Kimura Hiroshi began to lose interest. The money couldn't be put into his hands quickly after all. He leaned back on the sofa somewhat listlessly and said, "Alright, Mr. Tomioka, what are the work arrangements next? It's been a break for several days, so I suppose it's time to start again."

Previously, his agency suspended all of Hiroshi Kimura's activities, and television stations, radio stations, and magazines also agreed to the suspension to avoid trouble. Now that things have calmed down, his activities will definitely resume.

Sure enough, Yukio Tomioka had Ms. Michiko bring him the work schedule report. Goodness, although he didn't have to participate in the NHK Kohaku Uta Gassen, he was invited to quite a few programs. Many radio and television stations wanted to invite him to participate in interviews, mainly to discuss his childhood.

Because Kimura Hiroshi's explanation at the last press conference was unclear, and the reporters didn't investigate, many viewers are very curious about why he had bad tendencies in his youth and even went to Tokyo alone to become a singer.

Such celebrity interview programs collect audience questionnaires or answer audience calls, allowing them to choose the celebrity they most want to interview. Obviously, Hiroshi Kimura is currently at the top of the list; they all want to hear his story.

"No, no, Mr. Tomioka turned them all down for me, making me sound like someone who likes to complain. These guys are so eager to know about my childhood, but I'm not going to tell them. Let them worry about me to death." Kimura Hiroshi said with great disgust.

He hates two kinds of people the most in his life: one is those who only say half of what they mean... Now he's going to be the one who only says half of what they mean, driving these Japanese onlookers crazy.

It's really a twisted sense of humor. Actually, Yukio Tomioka was also curious about this. Hiroshi Kimura seems to come from a good family, has excellent grades, and is also top-notch in appearance. Such a person should be a popular figure on campus. Why would he want to escape from school and venture out into the world? Men are gossipy too, but Hiroshi Kimura obviously didn't intend to say anything, which made him a little itchy.

"Okay, I'll turn all of that down, but you absolutely have to go to NHK's 'The Best Ten' year-end summary, because you're number one. If you don't go, it'll be a huge disrespect to NHK. Also, you absolutely have to go to the Japan Record Awards ceremony, and..."

"Wait a minute, didn't the judges of the record awards say they were going to exclude me? Why are they asking me to go now?" Kimura Hiroshi realized the key point.

"He really does hold a grudge," Yukio Tomioka explained. "The Record Awards never made that decision. Those words were said by that judge, and that judge has now been removed from this judging panel."

Ha, that's really strange. They didn't get rid of him, the newcomer, but instead got rid of a judge. Although there are many judges and one judge isn't worth much, it still gives Kimura Hiroshi face.

"In that case, I'll reluctantly participate. I'll probably only get the Outstanding Newcomer Award, and I probably won't even get the Best Newcomer Award. It's really pointless."

"By the way, those local TV stations that said they would exclude me before, I'm not going anymore. Although I compromised with some media outlets, not everyone can get my compromise." Kimura Hiroshi said very seriously.

Having encountered such a vengeful person, Yukio Tomioka could only feel sorry for those local TV stations. There was nothing he could do; the artist he was in charge of completely controlled his schedule, and he, as the manager, was powerless to do anything about it.

"Alright, excluding all those local TV stations, there are still a few programs that Kimura-san absolutely has to appear on. First is the year-end Night HIT, which was originally supposed to be Akina-san's, but she's injured, so I'll have to trouble you with that. And then..."

There's still a lot of work scheduled ahead, including a media appreciation reception tomorrow. This makes Kimura Hiroshi suddenly miss the days when he was on hiatus, at least he could get some sleep. He really wants to be a couch potato.

By the time the workflow was finalized, it was almost noon. There wasn't much to do in the afternoon, which meant that Kimura Hiroshi only had this half-day off left for the next few days, as his schedule was packed the rest of the time.

Before lunch, Kimura Hiroshi remembered that he hadn't called Nakamori Akina, who was injured that morning, so he quickly used the office phone to call her and ask how her injury was today.

Chapter 74 Lying is so nerve-wracking

"Moshi moshi, this is Dr. Kimura. Ms. Nakamori, did you sleep well last night? Has the pain in your right leg eased?" Kimura Hiroshi asked very seriously, pretending to be a doctor.

Akina Nakamori, who answered the phone, seemed to enjoy this role-playing as well, replying in the tone of a patient, "Ah, Dr. Kimura, I went to bed very late last night, not falling asleep until after 3 a.m. The pain in my leg doesn't hurt much if I don't move it."

I got back around 11 p.m. and didn't go to sleep until after 3 a.m. If I wasn't in pain and couldn't sleep, then I must have been watching TV until that late. Nakamori Akina is really capable of doing things like that; she has quite a few bad habits.

"Hey, Ms. Nakamori, you're injured now, you need to go to sleep early. Sufficient sleep will help your wound heal faster, understand?" Kimura Hiroshi couldn't help but scold, he really was a handful.

"I know, I know. Dr. Kimura is really strict. I'll definitely be in bed before midnight tonight." Akina Nakamori pretended to be very obedient, but her reply almost made Hiroshi Kimura furious.

Midnight is still early. How late do you have to go to bed? It's really outrageous. But when she goes to bed, you're not around, so you can't control her at all. It's like the child agrees to do her homework, but then turns around and runs off to watch TV.