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training, they knew how to make their fans happy. Yuki always believed that as
long as they stood united, nothing would be too hard for them. But then he
wondered why, as he was singing and looking at the audience, was he searching
for Mimi’s face.

Track #3

 
    Mimi woke up the next morning
and sighed loudly. This wasn’t how Tokyo was supposed to be. She had always
imagined Tokyo to be some sort of dream city where she’d find her muse. But
instead, she felt trapped, stuck in some dictator’s house.

 
    “Why the sigh? Are you
alright?” someone asked. Mimi looked around and was shocked to see an elderly
lady in her bedroom, holding a broom.

 
    “Ah... No, it’s nothing,” Mimi
mumbled, looking at her, “By any chance, are you the housekeeper?”

 
    The elderly lady smiled and
bowed politely. “Ah, I’m sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. Yes, I am the
part-time maid. Mr Sato has left for the day. You can call me Yamada. Nice to
meet you,” said Yamada. She was likely to be in her fifties, had grey curly
hair and was of a small built. Mimi smiled back. “Thank you, my name is Mimi.”

 
    “Mimi, nice to meet you. Can
you walk around with that leg? I usually come here to clean a few times a week.
But Mr Sato has asked me to come here everyday to take care of you. He is such
a kind man.”

 
    “What?” Mimi stuttered in
disbelief.

 
    “Did you say something?” Yamada
asked, looking at her rather concerned.

 
    “Don’t worry about me, I can
walk around with my crutches.”

 
    “I made a little breakfast.
Please have some if you like.”

 
    “Thank you,” Mimi replied.
Yamada bowed again and then left to continue her cleaning chores in the living
room. Mimi cautiously got out of bed and limped to the bathroom. She noticed a
bathtub in the toilet and wondered how she could take a bath with her leg
bandaged up. She turned to the mirror and her glum reflection looked back at
her. She wanted to go home. Maybe she should really just pack up and head home.
Mimi looked down at the sink and saw a newly wrapped toothbrush and toothpaste
set. It was probably the work of Yamada, she thought, as she opened the plastic
wrapper.

 
    The elderly lady was setting
the dining room table when Mimi got out of her room. “Yamada,” she said, slowly
making her way to the table with her crutches, “Thank you for the toothbrush.”

 
    “Hmm?” she looked up in
surprise, “No, Mr Sato didn’t tell me to get any for you? Would you be needing
any? You might need to wait a while because the last time I checked, there were
no spare ones here.”

 
    “Oh, no, don’t worry about it.
I already have my set.” She sat down and saw that Yamada had prepared salmon
teriyaki with rice.

 
    “Yamada, this looks delicious!
Thank you! Itadakimasu!” she cried, clapping her hands together.

 
    “Don’t mention it.” Yamada
smiled. The delicious breakfast helped to lift Mimi’s spirits and she made a
firm resolution to stop her whining. Maybe with the extra time, she can compose
some new songs, or even write a book during this one month of rest. “Thank you
for the meal!” she said, after gobbling up the last grain of rice.
                                                                                     
    Everyday Sato arrived at his
office in Niji Building by 8 am. He would have his espresso (three shots,
strong) while studying the day’s schedule. He knew that in order to be creative
he needed to be systematic. The press called him the “King Midas” of the
Japanese rock world because he knew what kind of music worked and what didn’t
and he had the skill to tweak something good to something great. Major
recording labels wanted him on their side, but he chose to stay at Niji Records
for personal reasons. He had barely taken a sip of coffee when his office phone
started ringing. At the other end was