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Living Tall in Japan, part 20

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Sansa is enjoying her birthday so far. She’s been extra-cuddly today, and maybe it’s because she knows.

So, where were we? Oh, yes! I’d been through a lot in my first two months in Japan. Feeling lost, being late, learning a strange new transportation system, making new friends, and even getting really, really sick without being able to seek out a doctor. I was adjusting, sort of, but as I’d just thrown myself into going to Japan without a lot of thought about it, change was slow in coming.

Still, I was finding things that I loved about it.

For one, I loved The Prince of Tennis. I’d already stocked up on all sorts of doujinshi and goodies from Animate and K-books, and my yaoi fangirl fantasies were quite strong (for the record, my favorite characters were Kevin and Ryoma, and I was always on the lookout for the elusive doujinshi pairing them together. Very few were ever made. I can’t help it. Little and girly is my type!). I’d never really paid any attention to the musical version, though, and couldn’t really understand how it might be appealing.

Eda loaned me her DVDs, and I watched them. The concept was sparkly and gay, but I felt a bit meh about them overall. Maybe, just maybe, I’d like it better in person? I’m one of those people who feeds off of the energy in a crowd for concerts and things. I can’t sit and watch them on a screen. It’s not the same. So, I was excited, but it wasn’t something that I felt overly strong about.

So, Tenimyu tickets were going on sale, and I assumed that they would be easy to get. There were two shows, actually (Graduation myu and Yamabuki), going on sale at the same time, and while I worked that day, it wasn’t until the afternoon, so Eda asked my help in getting them (she had to work that morning and couldn’t go herself).

It would be easy, she said. She helped me and wrote out all of the directions for getting the tickets from the loppi ticket machine. I couldn’t read Japanese yet, but I had her guide, and I thought that it would be easy. No problem. I was second in line to use the machine when I arrived at the convenience store. So, I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

30 minutes later, the girl in front of me was STILL at the ticket machine. I didn’t understand why she couldn’t just get her tickets and go. I mean, come on! At least, by watching her I realized that she was trying to get Tenimyu tickets, too, and I memorized what she was doing.

She finally gave up, though, and left without any tickets. Whereas I went in, put in one of my two codes, and got my tickets in less than ten minutes. I felt extremely happy because I did it all by myself! With my almost complete lack of Japanese, I still managed to get tickets! WOO!

These are the actual tickets. Can you believe that I still have scans, almost ten years later?

I didn’t realize until far later that she was trying for tickets to Graduation myu, which sold out almost immediately, and I had gotten tickets to the January Yamabuki myu, which was the first show with a new cast. To me, it didn’t matter– I was going and yayayayy!! I didn’t understand the importance of the first cast.. until December rolled around, and I actually went to the Graduation myu. My world sort of changed, right there.

But that was still a while to come, and guess what happened the night that I bought my tickets? The single most wtf moment in all of my nine years of being in Japan. I even have photographic proof.

Want to see it? Tune in tomorrow! 😉

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Hi! This is Jamie Lynn Lano! I am a Washington State (USA) native who: ☆ Holds a Bachelors of the Arts in Media Arts & Animation from AiPx. ☆ Worked as an assistant mangaka in Japan for Konomi Takeshi on The Prince of Tennis. ☆ Was an essay columnist for Asahi Weekly from 2008-2013. ☆ Was the star of Asahi Pop'n Press on Asahi TV (Japan) from 2009-2013 ☆ Was a write for Metropolis magazine in 2010. ☆ Has kept a blog foreeeeeeeeever! First and Current blogs.

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