Ihara lives in Tokyo. He is a minor employee of a large Japanese corporation. During the week he runs every morning with the overcrowded subway in the city. It takes an hour, Ihara lives in the outskirts of 20sqm with his mother. Ihara usually gets in the subway seat no more, but what it does not stop, one of the support rods leaning to take a nap. The signature tune of the station at which he must get off, wakes him to warn him off the line before the current voice platform edge and wishes him an enjoyable day. Once in the open-plan office, he sits at his desk and edited files. Very front of the room sits with the views of the staff group of his superior, the do not miss any foreign employment. After work, go the staff of his department into one of the many bars near the headquarters. Ihara is tired and would rather go home, because his colleagues and, above all, his boss would find this rude but when he has so far come along every time. Common Drink after work promoting cohesion. If Ihara finally arrives home, he falls into bed. Sun pass the Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and also a large part of Friday. On Friday evening, however, Ihara feels on the way back in his district, as it spreads in anticipation. His foot already teeters on the beat of the tune that is heard in his head. Once home, he walks purposefully to his closet and pulls out his Saturday suit. He cleans it carefully, it draped on the chair beside his bed, put some hair gel and Kunstkotletten. Falling asleep is not easy today to him - his legs tingle.
The next morning, Ihara begins immediately with the preparation. The suit is created, the sideburns glued on, put the hair gel and with much patience in shape. Ihara considered satisfactory in the mirror. To shared breakfast with his mother, he is still around, not before he makes his way to the subway. Once in Harajuku, he pushes himself to the crowd from the station and crossing a square where he sees familiar faces. Yohei is with his "free hugs" sign at the edge and pluck smiles for the cameras of tourists, Junko and Haruka to her Victorian dress and her pink and blue braid flip the finger, Tomoko apparently balanced on new blue platform shoes and strokes the panda hat on her head, and Masao has turned his back crowd of spectators and plays air guitar used thoughtfully to Sting's "Fields of Gold". Ihara has no time for a chat, he hears the music shreds echoing across the park entrance. The closer he gets, the faster it runs. From a distance, he sees that all are already there: Hiroshi, the bar owner and family man, Takuya, the fishmonger, Daiiki, who is still at school, Yutaka, Tadashi, Isamu and the others. As today, all arranged in a black leather gear. To groove already, what is absent from the hips. And finally arrived Ihara, an excited greeting calls in the round, drowned by the loud music turned up from Hiroshi Beatbox roams, impatient at his leather jacket, throws it on the tarmac and starts to dance. He dances with passion, he dances well, he dances with his joy, he dances, the monotony of his daily life from the womb dancing over it, he dances and dances and dances, now he can it, now he can do it, now is He Elvis, and Elvis together, he sings: "Let's rock, everybody, lets rock / Everybody in the whole cell block / What dancin 'to the jailhouse rock"!
