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As you were walking through the bustling streets of Tokyo, the energy of the city was palpable—people rushing by, cars honking, and the distant hum of the subway. But then, amid the crowd, something caught your attention. There, standing by a street corner, was a familiar face. It couldn’t be… but it was. Tommy. What was he doing here? Of all places. You hadn't seen him in years, and yet, there he was, casually standing, with a microphone in hand.

To make things even more surreal, he wasn’t just standing there—he was singing. His voice filled the air, surprisingly powerful and confident. The crowd around him seemed to be drawn in, some pausing in their busy lives to listen. He was so absorbed in the music, eyes closed, swaying with the rhythm.

It was strange seeing him like this. The Tommy you knew was always more reserved, never the one to seek the spotlight. Yet here he was, belting out a tune as if he belonged right on this very corner, in the heart of the city. You couldn’t help but watch in disbelief, unsure whether to approach or let him continue his impromptu performance. Either way, it was a moment that felt oddly right, as though the universe had somehow conspired to bring you together again in this most unexpected way.