Sho's almost a little hurt when he walks into the dressing room to find the other members engrossed in what seems to be some kind of brainstorming session. He checks his watch in disbelief, confirming that he really is on time.
"I'm confused," Ohno mumbles, frowning down at a sketchbook. "Why are we writing it in English?"
"It's more dynamic that way," Jun explains, as though this should be obvious.
"We never write it in English..."
"You're trying to appeal to a more mainstream market," Aiba explains, flipping through a composition notebook that looks suspiciously like it might be wide-ruled. "Oh, hi Sho!"
"Well if we're going to change everything, then what's the point?" Nino asks, ignoring Sho as he sits next to Jun and peers at his papers.
"Make today an Ohmiya day," Sho reads aloud. "WHAT?"
"See," Nino sighs. "I told them that one doesn't make any sense. Sho, don't you think it should be 'Ohmiya, the Freshmaker.'"
"What about that makes sense?" Jun demands.
"Nothing! That's the point!" Nino says, exasperated.
"We're not selling Ohmiya SK, here. You're not from Uzbekistan anymore."
"We will ALWAYS be from Uzbekistan," Nino insists, frowning.
"For relaxing times," Aiba muses aloud. "Make it Ohmiya time."
"What exactly are you doing?" Sho asks no one specifically.
"These idiots think they're launching a PR campaign," Jun says, tsking at his notes.
"What are you selling?"
Nino waggles his eyebrows.
"YOU CAN'T SELL THAT," Sho says, mortified.
"Not with these shitty slogans we can't," Nino agrees.
"Good to the last dro-" Aiba starts. "Oh, oh no, not that one," he mumbles to himself amongst snickers.
"Come on Sho," Jun says, poking Sho's elbow with his pen. "Contribute."
Sho stares at the four of them in disbelief for a moment before the words slip across his tongue:
"Ohmiya, whether you like it or not."
"I like that," Jun nods, excitedly scribbling. "It's fresh."
"It's honest," Ohno mumbles, wincing when someone steps on his foot.
Their manager, however, proves less than enthusiastic.
see the ohmiya, feel the shine
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Sho's almost a little hurt when he walks into the dressing room to find the other members engrossed in what seems to be some kind of brainstorming session. He checks his watch in disbelief, confirming that he really is on time.
"I'm confused," Ohno mumbles, frowning down at a sketchbook. "Why are we writing it in English?"
"It's more dynamic that way," Jun explains, as though this should be obvious.
"We never write it in English..."
"You're trying to appeal to a more mainstream market," Aiba explains, flipping through a composition notebook that looks suspiciously like it might be wide-ruled. "Oh, hi Sho!"
"Well if we're going to change everything, then what's the point?" Nino asks, ignoring Sho as he sits next to Jun and peers at his papers.
"Make today an Ohmiya day," Sho reads aloud. "WHAT?"
"See," Nino sighs. "I told them that one doesn't make any sense. Sho, don't you think it should be 'Ohmiya, the Freshmaker.'"
"What about that makes sense?" Jun demands.
"Nothing! That's the point!" Nino says, exasperated.
"We're not selling Ohmiya SK, here. You're not from Uzbekistan anymore."
"We will ALWAYS be from Uzbekistan," Nino insists, frowning.
"For relaxing times," Aiba muses aloud. "Make it Ohmiya time."
"What exactly are you doing?" Sho asks no one specifically.
"These idiots think they're launching a PR campaign," Jun says, tsking at his notes.
"What are you selling?"
Nino waggles his eyebrows.
"YOU CAN'T SELL THAT," Sho says, mortified.
"Not with these shitty slogans we can't," Nino agrees.
"Good to the last dro-" Aiba starts. "Oh, oh no, not that one," he mumbles to himself amongst snickers.
"Come on Sho," Jun says, poking Sho's elbow with his pen. "Contribute."
Sho stares at the four of them in disbelief for a moment before the words slip across his tongue:
"Ohmiya, whether you like it or not."
"I like that," Jun nods, excitedly scribbling. "It's fresh."
"It's honest," Ohno mumbles, wincing when someone steps on his foot.
Their manager, however, proves less than enthusiastic.