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Neruibara:
The next Idol is here. Say hello to Chrissie Fraser.

   The producer had left the park. His spirits were high after meeting two of the girls he would be producing. “This could be easier than I thought. I hope all the girls are as nice as the first two.” He walked back to his car, wondering why he had to park six blocks away from the park.

   As he was walking, he passed buy a small auto shop. Inside he saw an old GTO inside.
[Wow. You don't see a classic looking like that very often.]

[Hey! Could you lend me hand me a hand real quick and pass me that wrench?] The producer complied and passed a wrench to the girl under the car.
[Thanks. Hold on a second. I'll be right out.] The girl who emerged had a very strong and healthy look about her. She removed he grease stained glove to shake the producer's hand.
[Thanks for the help. I think it's about time to replace that axle.]

[Glad to help. Is this car here yours?]

[No. Not yet at least. My old man said it's mine once I get my license. Until then, I can tinker with it all I want.]

[That sounds like fun.] The producer was about to turn to leave when he recognized who he was talking to.
[You wouldn't be Chrissie Fraser, would you?]

   Chrissie began to blush as she was addressed by her full name.
[J-Just call me Chris. Everyone else does.]

[Okay, Chris.]

[T-Thanks. Anyway, what do you want?]

[I've been looking for you, Chris.]

[Do you need my services or something?]

[I guess you could say that.]

[Well you've come to the right place. I may be a bit young, but I can guarantee that there is no oter mechanic in miles that can touch my skills or my prices.]

[No! That's not it. I don't need any car work. Ha. Ha. Ha.]

[What's so funny?] She seemed agitated at the producer's laughter.

[It's just that I'm surprised. You are a lot stronger than I expected. Your audition photo doesn't do you justice.]

[Is that supposed to be some kind of crack about my femininity!?] The producer was caught off guard by the sudden outburst.
[Are you saying that just because I like to work on cars, I can't be feminine? You want to make fun of the little grease monkey girl? I can be just as feminine as any of those other little princesses! Why I should just . . . audition photo?]

   The producer stood up after tripping over a nearby tire while retreating from Chrissie's outburst.
[Y-Yes, your audition photo. You did send in an audition to the 765 global idol drive, didn't you?]

[Yes I did, but why would you know about that?]

[Take a guess.] The producer smiled as he regained his composure.

   Chrissie took a moment to think on her answer.
[Let's see . . . Hmm . . . It couldn't be . . . I-I've been selected to be an idol?]

[That's correct. I'm your new producer. It's time for you to make your debut.]

   Chrissie raised her hands in an attempt to cover her blushing face.
[I can't believe this is happening! I know I wanted to do this, but I never thought I would actually get picked! This is like a dream! Girls like me don't get to become idols.]

[It is true though. Starting today, you are an idol. I'm confident you will be a splendid one too.] He gave her a business card.
[Come by the office later. There will be a meeting. You can also meet your fellow idols there as well.]

[Okay! Thank you soo much, Mr. Producer.]

[I'm glad to help. I'll see you back at the office.]

   The producer wave goodbye as he resumed his trek back to his car. “That was scary,” he thought to himself, “But she did end up being pretty cute. I wonder why she got so worked up when I started laughing?” He thought about it for a few seconds. “I guess I'll find out eventually. After all, she is an idol and I am her producer. We are partners and it is my job to be of help to her any way I can.”

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