Being in a band was great. Fans, tours, all of it. You could make whatever songs you wanted and the fans would love it each time. Speaking of the fans, it was always nice to be spotted by a fan in public who wanted a picture.

Only if it was one. Sometimes, there were aspects of band life that weren’t all that good. Obsessive fans were, unfortunately, common. There have been a few occasions where at least one of you had to file a report on the person.

Ignoring the negative aspects, most fans were awesome. Many had signs at concerts, wanting autographs, and a picture. Those people only brought more support to the band overall, and all of you enjoyed those parts.

Over the past month, you all had been touring around Japan, and today, it was Tokyo. Out on stage, Nomo the bassist, Aki the guitarist, Himeno the vocalist, and you the drummer. The fans were already screaming in the crowd, ready for the show.

You all had been performing for who knows how long, but the fans didn’t seem tired or bored at all, despite the moon shining brightly. After finishing another song, the crowd cheered once more, and Himeno was asking them if they wanted more. Aki fixed his necklace before taking a step towards you, covering his microphone as he leaned in.

“How many songs do we have left?”