In the end I give up.
I'm in Japan and I can't just stand there like a statue and watch the others having fun while I breed revenge against JAL, that meanwhile don't know what to say to justify the unforgivable delay.
In a cospa shop I invest in the cheapest costume I find: Simca from Air Gear.
I grab eye lenses and wig from Maple Wigs and here I am, I too have a costume for the grand finale.
The idea that Monkey Punch won't be able to see me in my Fujiko outfit is disturbing, but having had the chance to meet him and giving him a couple of pictures of me in that very same outfit, taking one more with him, is pleasing nevertheless.
It might have been due to xenophilia or for the Japanese passion for bloomers, but the Simca cosplay draws towards me an incredible crowd of photographers and cosplayers (among whom there were a lot of girls!!!! *_*), who, shouting “kawaii”, “cute” or “sexy”, want to take some pictures with me, bowing and smiling a lot.
The sad thing is that the happiness of these moments is undermined by the fact that for a sudden distraction my wallet lifts off.
Honestly I'm not even so upset.
There was the equivalent of 150 euro in yen inside it, but at least documents and credit card were safe at the hotel.
My zen training is almost complete.
Despite this, one of my N°1 fans struggles a lot by filing the report of the loss to the local police and nearly starts crying, begging me to accept his money for the incident.
I reassure him by saying that it doesn't matter, but I fear he plans suicide ;_;
The WCS competition goes on in the most classical way, with costumes and performances almost always very good.
This time, the singing guest is an old friend of us, who we had already met at the Japan Expo in Paris: the good old Ichiro Mizuki, between a hair teasing and a retouch to his make up, doesn't dislike a duet with his Italian friends. ^_^
Just a note: look at the picture of Manu and Toru Furuya... I don't know who had the most make up, but while she looks fine, he looks like he's made of plastic *_*