This day was a very ordinary day. 19-year-old Hashimoto Nana went to bed early after finishing a busy day of idol work. As usual, Hashimoto quickly fell asleep.
This dream was very strange. Hashimoto felt that she suddenly landed in a corridor full of light. Although there was no platform under her feet, it gave her a down-to-earth feeling. The gathered lights formed a line on both sides of Hashimoto.
The path, and at the end of the path is a door. Different from this magical scene, this door is just the most ordinary wooden door. But because of its ordinaryness, it seems out of place compared to the surrounding things.
"This seems to be the door to my house." This door gave Hashimoto an unexpected sense of familiarity, so she stepped forward slowly and opened the door.
After pushing the door open and walking in, Hashimoto discovered that it was a small cubicle made of light, or it could be said to be more like a referee's bench. The wooden door behind him suddenly disappeared for some reason, and after a while, under the
Many similar cubicles slowly began to appear in front of him, surrounding Hashimoto in the middle, like a courtroom.
Slowly, the people in these compartments emerged from the darkness. To Hashimoto's surprise, the people standing opposite her were all herself.
"I am Nana Hashimoto." The person who spoke first was wearing a bookstore clerk's uniform, and the word "Yin Yin" could be barely made out from the logo on the chest. She was sitting on a high-end-looking chair,
Holding a book in hand.
"I am Nana Hashimoto." This "Hashimoto" looks a little older, but you can hardly see the traces of time on her face, but it gives her a sense of maturity. She
She has a shawl single ponytail hairstyle and wears comfortable home clothes, but for some reason, her lower body is paired with knee-length black stockings.
"I am Nana Hashimoto." The person who spoke next was wearing clothes that Hashimoto was very familiar with - STAFF clothes. It seemed that she had just finished her busy work. There were some drops of sweat on her face and she was holding two cigarettes in her hand.
The glow stick that is turned green probably means that you have just finished calling for a certain piece of music.
"I am Nana Hashimoto." The "Hashimoto" who said this was different from before, she still looked like a middle school student. She was wearing a basketball uniform, with a golden medal hanging around her neck, and she was tilting her head.
He looked at Hashimoto with an innocent face.
Then many "Hashimoto Nanami" gradually appeared, some were young and some were old, some were well-dressed and some were casually dressed, but the only thing that is certain is that they are all Hashimoto Nanami.
After the last "Hashimoto" finished speaking, their eyes all turned to the "real" Hashimoto Nanami standing alone opposite them. Hashimoto also realized what he should say, so he opened his mouth
He opened his mouth and uttered the familiar yet unfamiliar words: "I am Hashimoto Nanami."
"Have you ever regretted becoming an idol?" The first person to speak, "Hashimoto," seemed to be the elected representative. He asked this question after Hashimoto introduced himself.
"I..."
"We all know that you became an idol for tuition fees and to help your brother save for college." Seeing Hashimoto hesitating and refusing to speak, the bookstore clerk "Hashimoto" immediately told her the answer, "We are all
You, we all know what you think."
"If you didn't choose to be an idol but devoted yourself to your studies, you might become a top designer and design various buildings with your own independent style." Follow the direction of the clerk "Hashimoto"'s finger.
Going there, Hashimoto saw himself wearing a white shirt and glasses, and buildings of different styles seemed to emerge behind her.
"If you don't become an idol but fall in love with a man you think is suitable at a party, you may raise one or two lovely children and live a life without worries about food and clothing."
"If you meet a certain company director while working in a convenience store, you may graduate from idol status early and become this "beloved" man's wife." The mature "Hashimoto" wearing a shawl and a single ponytail raised his hand.
He waved and said hello to Hashimoto.
"If you met a writer named Harusu Kawakami when you first arrived in Tokyo, you might graduate early as you wish and then become a staff member of Nogizaka LLC." "Hashimoto" wearing black overalls smiled at her.
Smiled.
"If you have a childhood sweetheart with whom you have a good relationship, you may stick to the hobby of basketball and maybe become a professional basketball player." "Hashimoto" who looked like a junior high school student took out a photo from his pocket.
It was a bit far away, but Hashimoto could still clearly see the two girls in basketball uniforms holding each other's back in the photo, both with bright smiles on their faces.
"Perhaps you may be like me and meet a bookstore called Yinyi, and you may become a bookstore clerk and a part-time idol." The bookstore clerk "Hashimoto" pointed to the word "Yinyi" on his chest and smiled.
Said, "Although we may have chosen different paths and both have regrets, we have never regretted the decisions we made. What about you?"
"I..." Whenever I hear a "Hashimoto" story, Hashimoto's mind will review that person's life like a revolving lantern. Some of these stories are good, some are bad, and some are smooth.
, some of them are difficult, but there are always some of them that are the life that Hashimoto now longs for.
"But it's too late to regret it." After thinking for a long time, Hashimoto raised his head and looked into those hundreds of eyes for the first time. "Since you have chosen this path, you should work hard to continue on it, right?
?This is my... no, this is our style."
In an instant, the bridge itself suddenly turned into a sea of green.
And the compartment that trapped him disappeared, and Hashimoto Nanami was standing on the stage.
Feeling the cheers around her, although the atmosphere was very lively, she shed tears as if her body was uncontrollable.
Next to her, there seemed to be a girl wearing a light blue top and a dark blue skirt. She was also crying, but her face was filled with a happy smile.
Suddenly, an unreasonable force pushed her forward, and Hashimoto fell into the green sea.
Fall.
Fall.
The moment he landed, Hashimoto, who was lying on the bed, also opened his eyes.