How They Made Chou Kawaii Go: Two

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The eleven girls,
these hopeful idols in training,
tumble over each other on an obstacle course
of shallow pools of mud
and patiently bemused sumo
and well-timed storms of sticky
sticky feathers. Watching from a safe distance,
The Mastermind watches behind his dark mirrored glasses,
speaking in his even, distant cadences to the reporter at his side,
explaining why he came out of retirement to try his hand
at something as silly,
as puerile,
as frivolous,
as producing an idol girl group.

I looked around the geinou landscape, he continues,
And saw that girl groups had become out of fashion.
Where was Speed? Where was Wink?
Even Morning Musume was no longer Morning Musume.
And when I asked around, the answers intrigued me.
Idol groups make simple, trashy music.
Their fashion is garish and designed to titillate.
Their loyal listeners are delusional fanatics,
thrashing idiots who only follow
their basest instincts.

The reporter nods her head,
microphone at the ready,
knowing just how much these words
are carefully scripted
and even more carefully uttered.
She was a fan of this man’s band in her own
teen idle years,
an enticing minor threat in her own right.
(Or so she likes to think today.)
As long as what he says makes for good copy,
that’s all she’ll admit to caring about.

And so she anticipates his punchline
but first they both watch as that “Ganbarimasu!” girl
slams into her sumo
and is lightly shoved aside as the audience yells
encouragement to both the obstacle
and the obstructed.

At the safe remove there is that moment’s pause,
a drum-pedal beat,
before he speaks again. In short, idol girl pop
has become the new punk.
So this is not a change for me but a return
to my roots.
I am taking part in the new punk music,
the new voice of the ignored
and overlooked and
the hopelessly un-cool.
And she notes to herself that he says that one word in English,
“un-cool”. Un-cool.

The reporter mulls over this as a tallish girl
reaches the finish line first,
mud-caked,
enfeathered,
but nonetheless exultant.

She checks her watch to make sure of something.
Will they have time to sing today?
But the mastermind frowns quizzically,
as if she hadn’t been listening at all.
What has that got to do with anything? he asks,
with an annoyance and a gravity
that at last catches her by surprise.

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  1. This installment paints a very Lord Byron-type of literary picture. Is this poetry, prose, or a combination thereof? Makes me want to immediately want to know more about where this story is going … I’m hooked. This is more addicting than another red-hot C-ute single.