video; @tsunpo
[ It starts like a 21st century video on a 21st century video app, with a guy in a funky get-up backing away from what can only be a camera lens. How? Why? Don’t worry about it. Worry instead about what’s going on: the guy, taking a seat on a plastic crate and pulling up a funky stringed instrument, one which he strums in one grand and dissonant swipe.
Got your attention? Good. That sounded terrible. He knows it did; it’s in the curl of his lip, and in the tip of his head like he’s looking at you, dear audience, challenge in every angle of his maddening face. Who wears sunglasses at night? This guy.
Pay mind, now. He’s begun to play. It isn’t a crazy crash of notes this time, though. This time, it’s harmonious when he launches into a song, plectrum a blur over silvery strings.
Well, what the hell.
When he’s done, without any warning, he points at the camera, at you, dear audience. ]
Are you tired of AI-generated media cluttering your feeds? Do you long for the spirit of music to grip your empty, human hearts once again? Do you wish to create something soulful for humanity to cling to before the next kaiju attack ruins your seasonal plans?
[ Another strum, a little threateningly. Twannng. ]
The time to create is now. Rise to the top as Neo-Tokyo’s new idol sensation. Start a band that the people will revere for the remainder of humanity’s tenure on this planet.
Allow me to help you.
Got your attention? Good. That sounded terrible. He knows it did; it’s in the curl of his lip, and in the tip of his head like he’s looking at you, dear audience, challenge in every angle of his maddening face. Who wears sunglasses at night? This guy.
Pay mind, now. He’s begun to play. It isn’t a crazy crash of notes this time, though. This time, it’s harmonious when he launches into a song, plectrum a blur over silvery strings.
Well, what the hell.
When he’s done, without any warning, he points at the camera, at you, dear audience. ]
Are you tired of AI-generated media cluttering your feeds? Do you long for the spirit of music to grip your empty, human hearts once again? Do you wish to create something soulful for humanity to cling to before the next kaiju attack ruins your seasonal plans?
[ Another strum, a little threateningly. Twannng. ]
The time to create is now. Rise to the top as Neo-Tokyo’s new idol sensation. Start a band that the people will revere for the remainder of humanity’s tenure on this planet.
Allow me to help you.

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Your submission has been accepted and has entered review. [ For what??? ]
To start with… What manner of artist do you see yourself becoming?
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Alright! [Cue the little dancing jig!]
I wanna be a J-pop artist! They get all the cool merchandise and fangirls!
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Have you a theme in mind? What do you want the enraptured masses to remember the most of you?
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[Maybe it was the SHORT SHORTS that scared people away... Or not. It was the 80s.]
I want them to know my lovable personality most of all!
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It’s Terakado Tsuu all over again. ]
Your personality is shining through even without all that. I think you’re good on that front. Truly.
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Oh, sweet! I've been told I'm a colorful character, so that's bound to garner some attention!
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[ It's not building up, it's mitigating the blast. A blast of Yato. ]
I must ask... what of a dance routine?
[ He's in this far, may as well assess the extent of the, the That. ]
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[Nobody say anything about respect, Yato...]
I can definitely dance! I even coordinated a flash mob for a party not too long ago!
[His resume is colorful, to say the least.]