Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. Yet another scrapped piece ripped from his notebook and tossed away.

It has to be perfect. Befitting of his troupe's usual extravaganzas. Failing them, or himself for that matter, is out of the question.

"No no, that won't do..." Tsukasa mutters, frustration mounting by the second at his all too familiar plight.

Why can't he get this right? Is he truly that useless? An exasperated groan exits through gritted teeth.

He's forgotten you're even there.