I’m very nervous and excited for tomorrow. Dara and I are still awake, because we’re so anxious about going to Japan. It’s both our first time to be away from our parents for such a long time.
Customs were so long, but now, we’re ready for our twelve hour long flight to Tokyo, Japan. Dara is already sleeping after being on the plane for an hour but I can’t seem to find something interesting to do since i’m so anxious. I can’t believe i’m doing this, it’s my dream to become an entertainer. I want to make people happy and overcome their problems with my music.
We arrived at 9 in the morning japanese local time. We proceeded to get dropped off at the hotel where we’re renting a room for a short while before we get in our dormitory. We are starting our session next week and Dara and I are so excited. Tomorrow, we’re going to visit different places in Tokyo to get used to our surroundings.
Next week is my first time going to my dream school that will help me achieve my goals. Nevertheless, I still have to go to my part-time job since my parents can’t pay for my tuition. It’s pathetic to say but I’m a bit embarrassed. Everyone who attends that college can pay for the tuition like it’s no big deal. My family’s income isn’t very high whereas my father is unemployed because of his risky past.
One week later
Dara and I are currently on the bus to our new school. Our stress is palpable. So many people are giving us strange looks because we look different. It makes me even more nervous than I was before. Dara seems unphased by all the eyes on us but she’s always never cared about people’s opinions on her. Unlike her, I pretend it doesn’t affect me, but deep down, it does.
I can already see the college, I can’t believe this is really happening. I get down from the bus with Dara and we get to our classes. Unfortunately, we are not in the same classes because i’m a vocal performance major and Dara is a super creator major. At least I get to see her after a long day of school.
My parents drove me to college because they’re really proud that I got in. I am currently going to my class. I’m going to be a vocal performance major. From what I heard, it’s very hard to get in if you’re a foreigner because you have to speak Japanese. To my surprise, I saw a couple of foreigners, mostly Americans though.
On my way to class, I felt very nervous but also excited. I’ve dreamed about this for years but I’m scared to disappoint everyone and myself because I’m not good enough.
For our first assignment, we have to write a song and we’ll have to sing it in front of the class. Our teacher made the teams by picking out names randomly. He started to tell us the teams of two. Of course I’m the one who’s stuck with a foreigner that probably won’t be fluent in Japanese. She is relatively small and she has short brown hair. She seems very self-conscious and stressed. That girl keeps playing with the long sleeves of her uniform.
Oh my God! the worst thing that could happen happened: A TEAM PROJECT. The guy I'm paired up with really looks like he’s annoyed to be with me. That guy has the stereotypical haircut: a bowl cut. He looks at me under his bangs before coming up to me and introducing himself.
-Hi! I'm Watanabe. What's your name?
I answer hesitantly.