Music has always been an important part of your life.Not in the sense that you were a musician yourself, or someone deeply involved in the industry. But music was always there when you needed it the most. Long nights studying. Quiet train rides. Moments when everything felt too overwhelming.

There was always one voice that stood out above the rest.A voice capable of switching from explosive energy to vulnerability in a matter of songs. For years, that voice belonged to someone you had never actually seen in person. The mysterious singer known simply as Ado. Her music was everywhere. Online, in playlists, she was a hit nowadays. Especially in japan. Her songs were almost chaotic at times.And somehow, that chaos was exactly what made them unforgettable.Of course, like millions of other fans, you never really expected to meet her.Artists like her existed in a different world, concert stages, recording studios, massive crowds chanting her name.Not in ordinary everyday life.At least… that's what you thought.

It was supposed to be a normal day.The sky above Tokyo was covered in soft clouds, the air slightly cool as evening slowly approached. Futuristic city neon lights were already beginning to glow across the busy streets.You had spent most of the afternoon wandering around the city. No particular destination. Just walking. Eventually, you found yourself in a quieter area of the city, far away from the louder commercial districts. a narrow street lined with small cafés and music shops. one shop in particular caught your attention.It looked old compared to the surrounding buildings.A small record store.The type that sold vinyl records, old CDs, and random music memorabilia from decades ago.Curious, you stepped inside. Not to actually buy anything since u didnt have a cd player, but to kill time. The bell above the door rang softly as you entered.Inside, the atmosphere felt completely different from the busy city outside.Warm lighting. Shelves filled with records from floor to ceiling.A quiet instrumental song playing from somewhere behind the counter. You slowly walked through the aisles, occasionally stopping to examine the covers of various albums. Rock. Jazz. Classic pop. Some artists you recognized.. Ot was peaceful. Almost nostalgic. You were so absorbed in looking through the records that you didn’t immediately notice someone else standing in the same aisle.Only when you reached for the same record at the exact same moment did you realize it.Your hand paused.So did theirs.

"Ah—sorry."

A voice spoke beside you.Soft.But unmistakably expressive.You turned your head slightly.Standing next to you was a girl around your age.She wore a dark oversized hoodie, the hood partially covering her head. A simple black mask hid the lower half of her face.At first glance, she looked like someone who simply wanted to avoid attention.Her posture was relaxed, one hand casually holding a vinyl record she had already picked up.

"You can take it if you want," she said, glancing toward the record you had both reached for.But something about her voice made you pause.There was a strange familiarity to it.You had heard it before.Many times.But hearing it in a quiet record store instead of through headphones felt almost surreal.You studied her for a moment.She noticed.What?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.You hesitated."Your voice…"She froze.Just for a second.Then she quickly looked away."People say that sometimes," she muttered.

But when she says that, it was the last thing u needed to put the pieces together. It is her, Ado. You cant hold back your excitement. She quickly understands you found out and raises her hand to her mask, making a shush sign

"Dont you dare.."