So, it was time for interviews and filming. It was just after the new year, and those people came to the special care center where I work. "I completed the interview and filming at another agency where Kaito worked in the morning, but there was a delay because of this." The man in the gray sweater apologized in a swift tone, and greeted me with a business card. "I'm Miyazawa in command," he said in a slightly hoarse voice, smiling.
What does the so-called command mean, I thought to Photo Manipulation Services myself as I saluted. Then writers, photographers, makeup artists, and other titles appeared one after another, giving me business cards with different designs. Even though it was the first time we met, they didn't use honorifics, and they got along like old friends. These people gave me an atmosphere that I had never felt in my life. "Then, first the filming, then the interview." "Let's do makeup before shooting." Mr. Miyazawa, the youngest in appearance among the staff, seemed to be a leader. While explaining the general procedure to me, I gave the staff a small order, leaving me and the female makeup artist behind, and hurriedly left the room. "It's actually pretty beautiful now.
" The makeup artist wearing black-rimmed glasses gently lifts my bangs with thumb and forefinger while talking. There are many makeup props on the table in the reception room. On the edge of the table is a black makeup case that opens into layers and is filled with colorful eyeshadows and blushes I've never seen before, as well as what looks like blush brushes in various sizes. "Only a little makeup," the makeup artist said, brushing powder with a large brush, pressing lightly with a sponge, using eyebrow powder and pencil to draw clear brows, and drawing bright orange cheeks on the cheeks red.