Making It in Japanese Entertainment: Stealing Kudo Shizuka

I transmigrated into a down-and-out musician in 1988. From the start, my brother stole my songs and kicked me out, leaving me with only ten thousand yuan in severance pay.

Luckily, my golden finger may have arrived late, but it arrived: god-tier musicality, perfect pitch, and an unlocked library of every hit from the next thirty years.

One song, “Don’t Give Up,” blows Being away, and I sign the legendary company president’s daughter as my lead singer. Another, “The Only Flower in the World,” is already destined to become a national hit.

By the time my brother is on his knees begging forgiveness for stealing my songs, I’m already standing in front of Shizuka Kudo.

“Trade me this song, ‘Crying,’ for you to be my girlfriend. Deal?”