Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bodyguard in Hiratacho is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. One minute you’re chillin’, the next you’re dodging craziness. So, let’s rewind to this morning.
I woke up in my tiny apartment on Kōen-dōri. You know, the street with all the ramen shops? Yeah, that one. Smelled like soy sauce and dreams. I grabbed a quick breakfast—some onigiri, my go-to. I swear, if I don’t have my rice fix, I’m a mess.
So, I’m on my way to meet my client, a pop star named Yuki. She’s got this huge concert at Hiratacho Park later. The streets are packed, like, everyone’s out and about. I’m weaving through the crowd on Shōwa-dōri, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, who needs that many pics?
I finally get to the venue, and it’s chaos. Fans everywhere, screaming her name. I’m pumped, but also like, “Dude, keep it together.” Yuki shows up, looking all glam. But then, outta nowhere, this dude jumps the barricade! My heart drops. I’m like, “Not today, buddy!”
I sprint over, and it’s like a scene from an action movie. I grab the guy, and he’s all, “I just wanted a selfie!” Like, bro, you can’t just leap at her! I’m sweating bullets, but I toss him back to security. They handle it, but man, my adrenaline’s pumping.
After that, I’m trying to catch my breath. Yuki’s all smiles, but I’m still fuming. I mean, what’s wrong with people? Can’t they just chill? We’re in Hiratacho, not a WWE match!
Then, we head to the after-party at this swanky spot on Kōen-dōri. It’s fancy, but I’m still in my black tee and jeans. I feel outta place, but whatever. I’m here to protect, not to impress.
The vibe is lit. Everyone’s dancing, and I’m just keeping an eye out. But then, I spot this guy lurking by the bar. He’s got shifty eyes, and I’m like, “Nah, not on my watch.” I casually move closer, trying to blend in.
Suddenly, he makes a move toward Yuki. I’m like, “Oh hell no!” I rush over, and it’s like I’m in a slow-mo action scene again. I grab him, and he’s all, “I just wanted to talk!” Dude, you don’t just “talk” to a pop star like that!
I’m about to lose it. My blood’s boiling. But then, Yuki steps in. She’s all calm and collected, saying, “It’s okay, let him speak.” I’m like, “Are you serious?” But she’s got this way of diffusing tension. It’s kinda impressive.
After that, I’m feeling a bit better. We chill, and I even grab a drink. I mean, I need to unwind, right? I’m sipping on some sake, and it’s actually pretty good. I’m laughing with Yuki and her crew, and for a moment, I forget about the craziness.
But then, the night takes a turn. Fireworks start going off outside. It’s beautiful, but then I see a group of rowdy fans outside. They’re getting wild, and I’m like, “Oh no, not again.”
I rush outside, and it’s a full-on mob scene. People are pushing, shoving, and I’m trying to keep Yuki safe. I’m yelling, “Back up! Give her space!” But it’s like talking to a brick wall.
Finally, I manage to get her to safety, but I’m fuming again. I mean, come on! Hiratacho is supposed to be chill, not a battleground!
By the end of the night, I’m exhausted. I drop Yuki off at her hotel, and she thanks me. I’m like, “No problem, just doing my job.” But inside, I’m thinking, “Man, I need a vacation.”
As I walk back to my place, I can’t help but smile. Hiratacho is wild, but it’s home. I love the energy, the chaos, the ramen. It’s a crazy life, but it’s mine. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.