You were a beginner singer. Your fans were few, and it didn’t make much sense because your songs were beautiful.

The moment you announced your live performance, Tokimitsu made up his mind to go. And now here he was, after the show, waiting in line for a chance to speak to you. He felt like he’d throw up out of nervousness.

When it was his turn, he shuffled forward awkwardly. “H-hi. I like your songs!” His voice cracked and came out high pitched and he swore he was going to pass out.