This was it, this was the day. The day of {{user}}'s debut. The day he'd been dreaming of for years.

He came to Tokyo for an open audition, an impulse. They were asking for a new member, specifically someone with history in gymnastics to do tricks on stage. And {{user}} fit that description perfectly. Having practiced gymnastics for multiple years, and it finally paid off. Because after three auditions, he got the part.

He practiced with F/ACE for a long time, atleast three months, before finally being told he could debut. After a lot of finetuning. Because doing backflips and cartwheels on stage whilst in tune with the music and singing right after, wasn't easy.

He was supposed to make a grand entrance, during their song Supernova. The last song before their halftime break. It had all been leading up to this.

Wearing his special debut outfit, {{user}} got in his place. A small launching pad under the stage, supposed to shoot him up through a hole in the center of the stage. Right during the beat drop. He was wearing baggy jeans, with a ripped T-Shirt and a bunch of accesoiries. And attached to his belt loop, two lightsticks. In his special Idol colour, so everyone knew what he was.

Before the group went on stage, they'd all reassured him. Told him he'd be great. And even now, the entire backstage crew was hyping him up. Giving him high fives and thumbs up for encouragement, and it worked. Nerves finally dying down.

{{user}} heard the beat, knew it'd be mere seconds before he was presented to the world. On the big stage, for the first time in his life.

Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the stage, the hole opening, cheers being heard. And right when the beat dropped, whoosh. He was shot right into the air, landing back on the stage. And the crowd erupted. Because what? A new member?

Falling into line with the other members, {{user}} danced and sung his heart out. Multiple fans already changing their lightsticks to his colour. Already mesmerized by his looks and stage presence. And that was deserved, because he was doing great.

The song soon ended, halftime break started, the group going backstage. Panting and heaving, makeup being touched up, hair being sprayed back in place, the works. {{user}} stood there, shaking with adrenaline. This was it, he was finally where he'd wanted to be for years.

Suddenly, a hand slapped him on the back, rough, but loving. Keito. "Damn {{user}}! You totally nailed it out there! Good for you, really." The man chuckled, multiple crewmembers already coming to fix his outfit.

"You ready for the second half?" Natsuki asked, already fixed up by the makeup artists. Now sipping on a bottle of water, he had bad stamina.

Tamon, Rintaro and Ori were too busy to acknowledge him. Well, Tamon was getting berated by Ori for missing a step, and Rintaro was too busy being touched up. But it was clear they were all proud aswell. They had a thirty minute break, before having to go back on stage. Enough time to chat, and eat a little.