((sorry for fizzling out partway through yesterday. Don’t worry, the birthday concert event was always planned to last for longer than just yesterday! I’ve just had a ton of physical pain come crashing into me all at once, and I couldn’t focus on it enough to do good by you guys. I want to do my best for you all, and I feel terrible doing anything less.
Also, on a less negative note, the goth lolita princessmatsu set left me even more gay and delighted for a few good hours. Mod Clover is a useless lesbian, and now there’s concree proof on the blog.
I’ll get back into the event soon! Promise! ❤💙💚💜💛💖
“It’s not often that we running people with the exact same birthday as us!” Todomatsu says with a smile. “I guess we kinda used up all the odds of landing in the twenty-fourth.”
“But! This is fun!” Jyuushimatsu wriggles happily, still laying ad looking up into the camera. “We’ve already got six, one more won’t make a difference, right? Hey, everybody! If your birthday is either last week or next week, I need you to cheer as loud as you can!!”
There’s a surprising clamor from the crowd, leaving the six looking rather amused.
“Wow.” Ichimatsu coughs. “So, uh. Late August is a halfway decent time, I guess?”
Suddenly, the audience hears a shout from Osomatsu… somewhere unseen.
“Everyone! How are you doing on this special night?” The audience cheers, and he waits patiently for the cheers to quiet before yelling again. “Are all of you ready to get this party started?!” Louder, more raucous cheers! “Then make sure not to blow all your energy now. I love it, it’s good, but don’t tire yourselves out. It’s our birthday, after all, eheh. Let’s unwrap these presents!”
There’s a quiet, spacey whir… then, the boys burst forth, one at a time, from the front of their boxes. The music soars, and the party begins!
The boys are somehow pretty excited to share their birthday time with an audience; they’re yelling, rushing to the edge of the stage, encouraging more shouts and excitement, one or two of them already beginning to swordfight with the massive prop birthday candles that line the stage, fake flames aglow with color-changing LEDs.
The song begins with an account of how their early days were, simpler times giving way to new and exciting changes every year, new experiences every reboot, new fans whenever people remembered to unearth the old episodes or crack open their comics.
They consider themselves lucky to share the years with people who appreciate a good laugh. Sometimes, their jokes are a little rough, their puns kinda stretching it, sometimes they take a turn for the inappropriate, but they’re happy you’re all still watching.
They finally cluster together somewhere around the end of the first chorus, almost expressly for the purpose of Osomatsu leading their dorkiest, hurried kid with a backpack on moves yet. (“Gyara gyara!”)
…Sometimes, Ichimatsu questions how this shit gets popular. The others rush to advise him to not bite the hand that feeds him; every day feels like a holiday when you’ve got a job like this, right?
Yes, it’s a vacation with dance and voice training every weekday, and enough traveling to make still-NEET them gawk in shock, but! Still! They’re not gonna complain!
They’re lucky, they’re happy, and their fanbase is a gift that keeps on giving!
But today, there is cake. That’s cause for celebration!
There are a few little jabs at the fact that they’re still not used to working so hard, but that they’re so grateful for the work that they’re toughing through it anyways. If it means they get to keep this memory as a gift, it’s worth actually trying hard!
They’re giving the opening number their all, and it shows. Eventually. The six land in formation as the song snaps to a close, and they manage to hold their composure together for just long enough for this performance to be recorded in full, Jyuushimatsu audibly whispering a countdown, “Three. Two. One!” before they sag their way down to the stage floor.
“So tired…!”
“This was too intense for an opening number, and they know it!”
“The candles aren’t all that’re on fire, dear audience.”
“Yeah, Choromatsu’s ass hairs are too.”
“Shh!”
Osomatsu waves a hand. “Just give us like ten more seconds… wait, is there an overhead camera?”
The massive screen behind the stage cuts to an overhead view, a camera attached to the catwalk far above. The brothers are all almost lined up, partly flopped atop each other in an only slightly dishevelled pile. They’re learning to stay neat, good lads. Almost as good as they are at yelling in unison.
“Everybody! Happy birthday to us!”
Birthday Boys!
The concert hall is abuzz with energy before the doors even properly open. Oh, but when they do, there’s a flurry of activity inside. The instant you walk in, everything smells like strawberry and vanilla, and massive swirls of whipped cream and giant, shiny strawberries line the walls for an absolutely precious photo op for selfie-takers. Everything is overpoweringly sweet, which leaves the prerequisite appearance of Chibita’s stand a little out of place, scent-wise. He still has his own comfort food cooking show, sure, but would he pass up a chance this good to sell his wares and bug his buddies? Hell no!
The merchandise is equally cake themed: happi coats seeming to dribble with icing, the group logo made of six-color sprinkles and drizzles of chocolate; penlights with piping at the bottom, shaped like a melting candle; hachimaki lined up like layers, your favorite matsu’s name written in their color lovingly across the cross-section strawberries if you didn’t choose a simple “Happy Birthday!” band.
There’s some bits of merch in other booths, primarily black and similarly candle themed, with a more dramatic feel. Matte black happi with punches of white or color, matching hachimaki with drippy font that glows under blacklight. (You can take your pick, unless you splurge and go for both.)
The whole venue pulses with their colors, their overture blasting loud over the speakers, six massive gift boxes lined up onstage, with big bows on top in their colors. Then, all is quiet.
((More to come soon!))
Posters are put up all around town, ads are up online, it’s mentioned in newsletters, in videos, on social media, and those in the fanclub get first dibs on tickets!
It’s time for the Matsuno sextuplets’ birthday bash: a concert that will be celebrating both their shared birthday and two years in the idol biz! Get your party hats and noisemakers ready!
((This event will be running for a week at the very minimum, and will start within the next few days, so send in your questions and well wishes now!))
wishing all of my muslim followers a beautiful and peaceful ramadan!
MV Monday!
Huh. You don’t usually see prom-themed idol videos, do you? I mean, there are school festivals, and clubs for dance enthusiasts, but… never really school dances or proms. Not really a widespread thing. Maybe that’s why this American high school movie pastiche stands out so much?
Remember their solo ad campaigns from last summer, with Karamatsu’s 1950s nerd aesthetic? Behold, the sequel! The Pinefield boys are back in a major way, and they’re all in the dweebiest formalwear one could possibly rent.
Each of them get a special little freezeframe, everything colored with dots like classic stateside comic books, their names in all manner of sfx style bubbles and odd fonts: Orson, Karla, Charlie, Itchy, Juicy, and Todd are ready to go!
The weirdest part of it all is that this video shows them with friends outside of the six of them.
Ichi– pardon me, Itchy is finishing up a summoning circle with some proto-gothy friends around the punch bowl on the floor. You know how kids are.
Juicy has some friends in the audio-visual team, apparently, limbo-ing under the boom mics they hold outstretched, nearly making it before falling on his tush.
Karla is near the front, headphones on, records stacked high, glad to keep the party going as the drama nerds flood the stage. Ah, his people…!
Charlie and several of his friends snap their novels shut, arranging themselves in some sort of cluster– a heart of books with Charlie in the middle, cute.
Todd finishes up at the ticket counter, snapping the lockbox shut and handing it off to Principal Iyami before rushing into the gym.
Orson isn’t known to be too much of a rebel– more of a slacker than anything, really– but he still dances like a goof near some of the punk-y looking folks, delighted to get a laugh.
The song is fairly lighthearted, English subtitles playing along the borders in splashes of color; hoping for an overseas comeback, perhaps? It’s a bit bummed about an end, but carrying a promise to reunite after all the nonsense is through. Ends bring new beginnings, yadda yadda, let’s boogie down.
The boys are attempting to have a dance-off among themselves, but honestly? It’s hilariously bad and it’s definitely framed that way. These boys were left to improvise and it’s godawful.
They do their best as they get a few more highlights to themselves, but… things go awry. Pants are torn or pulled down, they try of the tabletop dances from The Breakfast Club and collapse on top of each other, Charlie tries too hard to mimic some Michael Jackson and pulls something, and a move from poor Todd doubles as a reference to Flashdance (as he leans back in a chair and pulls a cord) and Carrie (the bucket is Not Full Of Water).
They’re rumpled, stained, ripped, and pantsless, but there’s still enough time for that weirdly coordinated spontaneous triangle crowd shuffle from Dirty Dancing that holds together for about ten seconds before the boys simply crowd together up front, extras jumping and punching the air. As they land right in position to the last blast of the trumpets, the pre-recorded track goes quiet, and the live audio of a crowd celebrating a successful take almost overwhelms the microphones.
Jyuushimatsu scoops up a tired, noodly Ichimatsu and goes for a victory lap, with Karamatsu running behind and high fiving everyone who’ll accept it, while Choromatsu and Totty thank everyone. Osomatsu, however, dashes to the camera, thrilled to be the first one to make stupid faces into it.
“We did iiiiiiiit! I can take off this cummerbund!!”
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