Nekoko Shiratori's Life Theater Episode 7: Lapis Lazuli Daily Life
Well then.
Looking at the subtitle alone, it sounds like
a diary of someone who has become a captive of Lapis Lazuli
.
It has been about four and a half years since the Life Theater opened.
Dressed entirely in lapis lazuli, the young girl Shiratori, who had become a Why-and-How Alien
, says.
#WhatAreYouTalkingAbout
(A skit about an alien in a full-body suit?)
↓No, it was a story like this.
My days of walking with my grandmother and going to the pachinko parlor with my father to pick up balls changed completely, and I began my days as a member of the Nursery Lapis Lazuli Association, middle-year 'Kiku' class, going out into the real world, riding the bus, and attending the association.
As an aside, there was also a Kindergarten Navy Blue Association organization in the neighborhood, but since the kindergarten type uses a backpack style and the nursery type uses a diagonal shoulder strap style, it is obvious at a glance which association you belong to just by looking at the bag.
A 'yamabuki-colored' (golden yellow) diagonal shoulder bag, correct!
If such a person is wandering around, they are a member of the Nursery Lapis Lazuli Association.
(Are you being influenced by the audio of the 'Yakuza' game my husband is watching next to me?)
1st-floor daytime living style:
Sitting in our respective fixed positions in the 4.5-tatami mat Japanese-style room.
Eating the same breakfast every day of white rice, wakame miso soup, pickled plums, pickled daikon radish, and dried young sardines, I walk with my mother to the place where I catch the bus.
Just a short walk to the left after leaving the house, there is a vending machine where my father often asks me to run errands for 'Tsubu-Tsubu Orange'.
I also drank 'Kotsubu' a lot.
There, I proceed along a road that cranks left and right, and turn right at the first intersection. Ever since leaving the house, it has been a narrow road where it is barely possible for one car to pass. After turning right, I walk for a while until I reach the dead end. When I reach the dead end and see red, blue, and white in my field of vision, it is in front of the barber shop, which is the goal.
The width of the road in front of the barber shop is also such that one car can drive with a little more room than the road until just now. In the morning, commuters in cars and middle school students in sailor uniforms and gakuran uniforms pass by one after another on their bicycles with a dashing air.
The Why-and-How Alien asked my mother, 'Why are the big sisters and big brothers all wearing the same clothes?' but she replied, 'I don't know why either, it's decided by the school,' which was a re-rebroadcast.
Is my mother a Don't-Know-It's-Decided Alien?
(If I write it in kana, it sounds like a drunkard drug addict, so that's definitely a no-no.)
#WhatAreYouTalkingAbout
In front of the barber shop, the Shiratori parent and child and a younger boy and his parent were always waiting for the bus.
I can't even remember the face of the boy,
but I remember my mother vividly.
I remember her clearly.
She always wore flashy jackets with bright, eye-catching yellow or pink shoulder pads,
tight skirts and high heels of the same color,
and sometimes even a matching hat.
She would let her glossy, silky, waist-length black hair flow,
with long, beautifully curved eyelashes,
thick eyebrows, and red or pink lips.
Her perfectly finished appearance every day was dazzling,
and Shiratori would always watch her, enchanted,
(What a beautiful 'big sister' she is),
her heart dancing at the sight of the colorful 'big sister' who changed every day.
"Good morning, Nekoko-chan!"
The 'big sister' would always greet me cheerfully,
"Good morning!"
Lapis Lazuli Shiratori would return the greeting just as cheerfully.
Then, almost always at that exact moment,
from a bicycle passing by with a flourish,
"Bye-bye!"
a voice would call out, and a girl in a sailor uniform would ride away, waving.
Little Shiratori would also stretch out her chubby, short arms at the time,
spread her small hands as wide as she could,
and wave back vigorously to see her off.
Shiratori called her the "Bye-bye Big Sister."
Watching the dazzling 'big sister' every morning and waving to the "Bye-bye Big Sister"
became little Shiratori's secret pleasure.
The stage set for the life theater was in front of the barbershop.
The spotlight's light changed from red, blue, and white to navy, yellow, and pink,
vividly illuminating the 'Why-Why' alien.
♪ Can’t Take My Eyes Off You
The area in front of the barbershop while waiting for the bus was just like a disco.
After a while, the bus would arrive, and after waving to my mother and the 'big sister' and boarding the bus,
the disco would slowly fade into the distance.
The bus would travel along the same road I had walked with my mother at first,
picking up Lapis Lazuli at several stops along the way.
When I arrived at the nursery school, I would enter the [Kiku] room,
greet Yoshida-sensei and the Lapis Lazuli with a "Good morning!"
draw pictures with crayons, play with clay,
make castles using milk cartons and colored paper,
or do back-hip circles on the horizontal bar outside,
spinning around and around continuously without touching the ground for a while.
(I wonder what was so fun about that.)
After a while, I learned the names of the Lapis Lazuli I often played with.
Norie-chan, Kaori-chan, Kunie-chan, Yoko-chan, Masanobu-kun, Koichi-kun, Kenichiro-kun, Masanori-kun
Although it was only a small fraction of the Lapis Lazuli, little Shiratori had made friends.
Since there were two other classes of middle-year students besides [Kiku],
there were about 100 Lapis Lazuli in total who were my classmates.
#It's just crazy
(I was assimilated)
Even with that many Lapis Lazuli on board, some storage shed is fine!
I mean, it's really amazing!
#What are you talking about
It's okay if you don't jump, too!
By the way, the 'Why-How-Come' alien
also asked Mr. Yoshida
“Teacher!
Why is everyone wearing the same color clothes
and why is everyone the same?
Who decided that?”
is what she asked.
“Hmm,
maybe the principal decided it?
I’m not sure either,
I wonder why?”
That was a slightly different answer
from my mother’s, but
since she just brushed it off with 'I wonder why,'
no answer was found in the end,
and once again, in young Nekoko Shiratori’s brain,
Yosui Inoue’s "Yume no Naka e" began to
play. Ufufu~♪
If the era were different,
the man in the red jersey jumping and singing like crazy
and the man in the blue jersey passionately strumming his acoustic guitar
might have been joined by the Lapis Lazuli 'Why-How-Come' alien,
and the three colors might have been singing loudly
and dancing wildly in my brain.
#WhatAreYouTalkingAbout
(Tetsu and Tomo, that is.)
In that way, the Lapis Lazuli young Nekoko Shiratori
Mostly the same every day
and well, it's okay as it is
but somehow
you end up looking up at the sky, right?
"ROCKET DIVE"
was the kind of
days she was living.
Everyone, do you remember
the end of the previous episode, episode 6?
Have you ever felt
the Cosmo?
is how I ended it.
If you thought, 'I felt the disco in episode 7, but I didn't really
feel the Cosmo,'
then you are normal.
If you felt the Cosmo from this,
then I think you are a
'I-Don't-Know-But-It's-Determined' alien. I don't know, though.
Next time, young Nekoko Shiratori
will feel the Cosmo.
She will definitely feel it.
Well then, that’s all for today.
Farewell~