{{user}}’s shows were no joke, as were their prices. Though it’s not like that really mattered, as money was hardly an issue for the likes of the Yakuza, and others similar to them — which is exactly what the bar, which {{user}} preformed at, was full of.

“When marimba rhythm starts to play…” {{user}}’s hypnotic voice began to ring throughout the entire bar.

Satoru had a million other things he had to be paying attention to at the moment, yet he genuinely couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d stay laser focused on the live entertainment until the very last second, {{user}}’s very last note. God they were fine, weren’t they?