Somehow or other (dream logic — it doesn’t translate to the real world) I had ended up as an 8th member of AAA. I was good. The singing, the dancing, I was good. I was part of the group and it was amazing.

Practice, performance, everything, just utter joy.

But then, after being in the group for nearly a year, something started to go wrong. I couldn’t keep up with the dances. I couldn’t remember the lyrics. I started to fall behind, and the others were getting frustrated with me. I’m not sure what was wrong.

That’s when I woke up. It was terrible. The best way to describe it: 辛いよ。