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Incandescent spice was chilling in his room, which was pink and glamorized. He was watching a video of the You and Idol precures performing Trio Dreams — their newest song — in what seemed to be a dark abyss with a random stage in the middle. Who knows where they find places like this.As the song ended and over 27,630 cheering fans applauded, a notice popped onto the screen.
“For our next concert, we’ll be performing in America, the land of guns, freedom and obesity! Tickets will be going online right after this notice ends!”
Well that got Incandescent hooked. He had always been a fan of pretty pink idols, and when he first saw Cure Idol on screen, he was enraptured by her immaculately lovely energy. He ran out of his room, holding up his laptop high.
“Ohmyblueohmyblueohmyblueohmyblue.” he says with excitement, which made Sparkling sugar and blueberry milk peek out of their rooms.
“What is it, my spicy boy?" blueberry asks, confused about his hyperactive state. Incandescent simply pulled up the website on his computer, and waves it in the two’s faces.
“You and idol pretty cure concert." the two read from the screen.
“Isn't that the sparkly magical idols that incandescent watches every Sunday?" sparkling sugar asks.
“We HAVE to go! We HAVE TO GO!!!” incandescent exclaims, waving the laptop more erratically.
“Fine, we’ll go.” Blueberry milk says, slightly reluctantly. “Where even is that concert though? What is ‘the United states of america’? Is that in crispia?”
“Whatever, we’ll figure that out later.” Incandescent Spice says, waving a hand.”But we have to buy the tickets NOW! Time’s running out.”
Blueberry milk took the computer, looking at the purchase tab. “okay, so I'm going to… Give this website our location.” he says, typing in the trio’s basic information.
‘What the sigma is that name?’ The website says after he typed in their names.
“What the flippity floop?” Blueberry milk asks. “This website must be tweaking out!!" he hands the computer to Sparkling Sugar.
“I guess I'll just put ‘Billy' as your name, then. Now I need your credit card information.” She says, lazily typing in the information. “So… Who's paying?"
Blueberry milk just pointed to incandescent spice, who sighed and typed in his information, knowing that even with his $2.76, he would give up his firstborn child to Cure Idol just to see one of her concerts.
After a while, the tickets were successfully obtained. “Now, where the bake is this ‘America’ they speak of?" Blueberry milk asks. He typed the query into Cookle, and no results were given.
“I guess we’ll have to take our magical schoolbus.” Incandescent says. He steps outside of the house, where the magic schoolbus was conveniently placed. “Please let this be a normal road trip.” Blueberry milk says as he steps into it, praying to Blue above.
Sparkling Sugar took the wheel, and used the giant GPS console. She types in “uhmurika”, and the GPS starts planning a route. “YAYYY!!" the other two exclaim, as the magic schoolbus starts flying.
Meanwhile, Refined Flour was meditating in her room, until a loud explosion was heard outside. “What the wheat?” she asks aloud, checking outside of her window, just in time to see the school bus disappear beyond the horizon. “Ah, the fabled prophecy of the magical precure concert.” she realizes. “Hope they have fun, because I'm going to beat their asses when they get home."
The bus was flying high in the sky, defying all rules of nature. It had been about 7 hours by now. “Are we there yet?” blueberry milk asks, having eaten his 4th bowl of popcorn, which spawned from a black hole in the back of the bus. Sparkling Sugar checked the GPS… And the route was as endless as the hirogaru sky. Suddenly, the bus stopped moving.
A grating screech sound rang out, alerting the three in the bus. Then, the vehicle started falling. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!" The three yelled, clinging onto each other for dear cookie life. The fact that Blueberry milk was still stuffing his face with popcorn was not helping, and neither was the radio playing “the wheels on the bus”. The bus managed to hit every single cloud and bird in the sky on its way down.
After the careless slaughter of many avians, the bus started to slow its descent, while an angelic light shined down on it. That didn't help in the SLIGHTEST. It landed with a giant THUD in front of what seemed to be a concert venue. Also, the bus basically self-destructed, with all its pieces scattered out.
“Oh my blue, we’re really here! I thought the United States was just a myth!” sparkling sugar says, staring out at the splendor of commercialism in front of her. Incandescent then started to drag her and blueberry milk to the entry point, where I, working part time as a ticket booth attendee stood.
“Erm so yeahhh where are ur tickets.” I ask, not getting paid enough to clean up basically a whole mile of concert seats. Sparkling Sugar pulled out her phone, where she kept the scans of the tickets. I started to beep their tickets, but stopped, taking in their…. Questionable looks.
“Erm sir u need to put on a shirt” i say to incandescent spice, tossing over a Cure Idol t-shirt. Holding the shirt, Incandescent Spice just lit up, putting on the shirt happily. “IS THIS FREE?” He asked, shaking uncontrollably like he just inhaled 25 tons of rainbow cubes while Blueberry Milk and Sparkling Sugar just watched awkwardly. “Okay, you guys can go inside. I don’t want to see you guys for a second longer.” I say, waving them inside.
Inside the venue, there were lights the colors of the bisexual flag and decorations the themes of the idol trio. “What the milk factory is this place??” Blueberry asks, as multiple people shoved past him. “Maybe paradise is… this random venue in ‘America’.” Sparkling Sugar says, taking in the view.
They (eventually) sat in their assigned seats as the overhead lights turned off, signaling the concert’s start. Cure Idol walked onto the stage, grabbing the microphone from its stand, as a soft pink haze emanated from the stage. Incandescent Spice grabbed a KirakiLight from nowhere, and handed two others to the other two cookies.
As the song started, the crowd started to glow with the lights of the light sticks of fans who are willing to spend their money for these kawaii japanese idols, and Incandescent was not any different. He started cheering as Cure Idol started singing, waving his KirakiLight wildly, while Sparkling Sugar and Blueberry Milk did the same, just not as energized.
As the chorus was about to begin, all the lights suddenly turned off with the power of Cure Idol’s high pitched vocals.
“あーゆーれでぃ?（はい！）れでぃ（はい！）キラッキラン”
“花が開くみたい、歌があふれ出して, おしゃべりな時間がはじまる!”
“OH MY BLUE I LOVE YOU CURE IDOL!!!” Incandescent Spice screams at the top of his lungs in the dark. Blueberry Milk was kind of tired with his antics, but was amused. He also had to admit, Cure Idol was really good at singing. Maybe he would ask Pure Vanilla to cover this song.
Every light in the venue lit up with a pink light as Cure Idol advanced into her chorus. Unfortunately, that made the screams of the fans get louder.
“キミのハートに、とびっきり, 元気を、あげるね!”
“ゼッタイ—! アイドル—!” She started her call and response, which the loud crowd happily replied. Blueberry Milk could probably tell that Incandescent’s cheer was the loudest, as he was right next to it, but he didn’t mind, because he was cheering as well. Maybe this was really the true happiness Sparkling Sugar would talk about.
“ドキドキが止まらない！急接近!”
“笑顔の、ユニゾン, 応えてほしいなっ, thank you, 最高のステージで キミと歌を咲かそう!”
The song finishes, and Cure Idol waves to the fans in the crowd, as she hops of the stage to go walk through the rows. Incandescent Spice was all hyped up now, and waving his KirakiLight while giggling like a little girl who just talked to her crush.
Cure Idol started to make it to their row, and Incandescent Spice started to squeal louder, much to the dismay of the people around them, but to be honest, I would do the same if I saw Cure Idol in the wild. She started walking towards the cookie trio, and Incandescent Spice hugged Blueberry Milk and Sparkling Sugar tightly in excitement.
“Hey, I know you! You were that guy who bought all our merchandise once.” Cure Idol says towards Incandescent, who nodded happily, practically with hearts in his eyes. “Oh yeah, me and my son love your songs!” He says, holding Cure Idol’s hand.
Seeing his admiration for her songs, Cure Idol took a pink polaroid and snapped a photo of the three cookies. It… wasn’t very flattering, as in the photo, Incandescent was practically a smear frame from moving too fast, Blueberry Milk was practically being choked under his grip, and Sparkling Sugar just looked sleepy and a little annoyed. Cure Idol signed the photo with a pen, and handed it to Incandescent. “Have this photo, it’s on me. You guys remind me of some knockoff Hirogaru Sky precures I saw on the internet a while ago.” She says, walking off to return backstage. Incandescent Spice then absolutely lost his marbles… in happiness.
Cure Wink and Cure Kyun-Kyun then sung small snippets of their solo songs, and then it was Incandescent’s favorite song, Trio Dreams. The three cookies started cheering happily, singing along.
“Singシング! 音符おんぷに夢乗ゆめ のせて
キミ、あなたのもとへ For Youフォーユー!
もっともっと輝かがやき合あえるね, みんな, キラッキラン!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” The three shout loudly, practically breaking the sound barrier, almost causing everyone’s wigs to fly off from the shockwave.
“We hear you three in the crowd! We love you guys!!” Cure Kyun-Kyun says to the three, holding on to her fake twintails.
“Thank you for coming to our concert!” Cure Wink said to the crowd, recieving many cheers. “We have to go now, but remember this! Go on with your life with a win-win-wink!”
“So, let’s end this show with a smile and a Kirakilala~!” Cure Idol smiles, and the crowd repeats her catchphrase. The people in the seats started to shuffle out, and so did the three cookies.
“Man, that was awesome! Now will you watch pretty cure with me every weekend?” Incandescent asks the others, who were starting to understand why he liked these idols so much. “We are literally pretty cures ourselves, I’m pretty sure we can sing and stuff.” Blueberry Milk says, in a snarky tone, but he did admit the offer seemed enticing. “Does that mean… WE can be idol precure as well?!” Sparkling Sugar asks, eyes igniting.
And that was the story about how blueberry milk, incandescent spice and sparkling sugar became a magical idol group. They now sing all the ending songs for the crk x precure au, and they’re actually not that bad.