"It’s hard to be in the industry. It’s a lot of pressure at the beginning, but you eventually adapt into it. I’ve known other models I work along side with them, coming down with anorexia. They end up in hospitals for starving themselves too often," Kaguya-jyotei said as she shook her head in disbelief,"I’m lucky enough I haven’t fallen into a situation like that. It’s already bad enough I can’t eat before photoshoots or runways."
She suddenly remembers the few friends she made that had been close to death a couple of times. I hated to see anyone close to her go through such a horrible thing. The woman stop those thoughts. She couldn’t seem to get rid of her bad mood.
Suddenly hearing him talk about the music industry brought her attention back.
"Since you are part the music industry, how is that? I do hear much about those stories."
“Ah, that coincides with what I have heard about this industry.” A slightly visible frown appeared over the man’s forehead, whose head seemed to lower for only a couple of seconds in which he allowed himself to gaze at the amber liquid he swirled in its glass. “I do hope this is a problem that is being solved.” was added when his head lifted for his gaze to meet with hers yet again.
“I have a friend who is suffering from an eating disorder. Though this case is probably different from those seen in the modeling industry, I believe in both cases it is an important problem that should be seen as fast as possible. However, I have heard of many designers refusing to hire some models for they are too thin, too skinny. I suppose the mentality is starting to change, for the best.”
These were all again only assumptions, based on what Wataru had heard, yet this industry was far from what he was used to work with. However, he was always opened and interested in learning. He was always one to say he preferred to change his mind over a subject than being narrow minded and focused on his own ideas.
“The music industry is a really interesting place. Actually, I do believe it is similar to the modeling industry, in a way. There are different styles, genres. And again, it is a form of art. Which I enjoy, of course. Being a musician, it is an honor for me to be able to perform my art on a stage and to expose my ideas on the table and share them with other musicians. It is a great exchange. And yet, sometimes it is not that easy, but where would life be going if everything was easy.”
Wataru mused out loud with a faint smile, his gaze had wandered around of him before returning to her. It was quite common of him to ask such questions to himself out loud despite the lack of imminent answer to it. More like questions thrown in the air and maybe, someday, he would be blessed with the answer.
“Well, it’s more of a choice whether to suffer from an eating disorder of not. The image of a perfect thin body goes to the models’ heads that I work along with. I watch them become skin and bones. It’s quite sad, though the industry does say to be thin, but not anorexic skinny. I think it’s rather more of what the model takes it in as. For the last few years I’ve been modeling, I haven’t come across an eating disorder. And I’m being careful not to,” Kaguya-jyotei finishes the remaining alcohol in her glass. She decides to stop at this point, rather than having a second glass.
She listens to Wataru’s point of the industry he’s part of. She clearly understood where he is coming from.
"I like the fact music could be expressed in various ways. I do give respect to musicians, because it’s hard work from the years of studying this art. Anyways, do you happen to be in band? I’m assuming, since you do play the bass. Am I right?" Kaguya-jyotei looks at him with a small hint of curiosity.
She happens to come across musicians more frequently than an average person would. But being married to one, it would bring her closer to people who very famous in this industry. At this point, it doesn’t surprise her too much.