I didn't believe in love...

I didn't believe in romance...

None of those things existed back then...

Not until now...

I was all grown up- a woman now, a young adult. My brown eyes still shined; my black hair still grew. I was still the same old me- Sato Ayaka, a carefree girl. My friends are all here now, with me. "Hello? Aya?" Someone was poking my shoulder. My eyes fluttered open as I groggily looked up at an unfamiliar face. "Aika?" I murmured. "Are you ready? We're going out now." she spoke sincerely.  Oh, that was right; It was the day of the debut.

I slowly pulled myself up, and stood. "Your hair is all messed up," Aika stated bluntly, and I turned to face the brown-eyed dancer. "Really?" I questioned in disbelief, and a small pout on my face. "Here." She fixed up the loose strands of black hair hanging from the sides. Her hands felt so soft, so gentle. I wanted them to be there forever, fixing my hair. After a few moments, they left my head.

"There; perfect."

I turned to stare at myself in the full body mirror. A girl had grown up- I had grown up. I reached up to finger my long black hair, but before my fingertips could it, Aika gently touched my hand. "You'll ruin it." she spoke, and her heels. "The band is waiting for you; let's go." I followed her silently through the hallways, and smiled warmly at all of my friends- the band members who were part of Crush. "Have a nice nap?" one of them joked, and I stuck my tongue out at her. I was merely daydreaming- completely different than having a nap. 

We formed a circle, and placed all of our right hands in the middle. It became somewhat of a habit for the seven of us to do that. We formed a circle every single time, we chanted a small phrase, we were Crush. "Ready? One, two, three- Let's go!" It was sort of weird but fun at the same time to do it, but we all loved it. The chant revealed our inner child, our love for each other as a band.

We were Crush...