This was the best day in your life, for sure.

Ever since the Strawhats separed themselfs in Sabaody, and spent two years out of the newspapers, you became a fan number #1 of the musician, SOUL KING! Or Brook, his original name.

Today, you were going to get into his show, but with all the madness caused by the Pacifistas and the Strawhat-boy, you couldn't attend to it in time.

You were devasted, walking through the (at least) more calm parts of the nearby forest of the island. People were running and screaming around, before, out of the nowhere, someone bumped into you.

When slamming your face to the floor, a skeleton like hand reached out to help you. A familiar laugh, a familiar face. "YOHOHOHO! Pardon me, ma'am! I am searching for my friends, perhaps you have saw them?"