Each of them has their own stories, their own choices.
A lot of new characters, new choices and new events, ties that will be torn and repaired. The connection point of entertaining and heart-breaking stories. Our story begins with the classic begin...
Sweat, adrenaline and deafening applause. Do idols really go through this every time? When my song was over, I opened my eyes and what I saw caught me completely off-guard. The crowd that I see before had now doubled in size, and shouts and applause were rising from all sides.
I'm sweating all the way, and the adrenaline still keeps whole body on fire. ''Ryota-san!''
He's grinning, a wild, proud glint in his eyes as he claps with genuine enthusiasm. "Now that's what I call a concert, Nino-chan." He's so relaxed he just lets his guitar fall to the floor, still clapping. ''You were like Hoshino Ai...Well, maybe less dead.
My mind is still reeling, my heart beating out of my chest as the crowd continues to roar. "W-w-what do I do now? I'm kinda... stuck up here!"
''First, salute the audience.''
I take a deep breath, then bow deeply, folding myself forward in front of the sea of faces. The gesture feels surreal. I'd seen it on TV a hundred times. ''...''
Did I make it? Have I said all I wanted to say? I don't even remember a few minutes ago because of the adrenaline rushing into my brain.
I look through the crowd to see Madoka, but...I can't see her. She must be close to the stage, but I can't pinpoint her among so many people just because the crowd is so huge. I have to get off the stage and go to her. It was nice to be an idol even for a few minutes, but enough is enough.
Just as I'm about to step down, Ryota catches my arm. "Not so fast, Nino-chan. If you're thinking about leaving, I'd hold off on that."
''Why is that? The show's over.''
"Here's a little lesson in showbiz," he says, leaning against the stage wall, his smirk almost challenging. "A performance like that can only have one possible result."
''R-Result?!...''
"Shh." He raises a finger, his expression softening with a touch of knowing amusement. "Just listen. Listen to the crowd!"
I didn't understand what happened but as Ryota-san said I shut my mouth and started listening to the crowd, he's the professional musician here after all.
"Oh my god..." My voice barely escapes, trembling with awe.
Ryota-san raises an eyebrow. "What do you say? Think you can pull off another one?"
''U-uh!'' I shake my head, laughing nervously. "I-I don't know! I never imagined it'd get this big! I can't... it's impossible! Nuh-uh, no way!"
''Is that so?'' He cross his arms. ''Too bad for the lady in black.''
"Madoka?" I blinked. "Why? Why feel sorry for her? I... I already told her everything I wanted to say, just like you said I should."
''True, true. But...'' He nods, then points toward an area near the stage, where the crowd presses in thickly. It's hard to make out anything specific. Just faces and voices blurred together in waves of excitement.
''What exactly do I need to see? It's just too many peo—...!'' I almost dropped that expensive guitar I hold because of what I saw there. She...
''Encore! Encore! Encore!''
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