- Let them have fun. Keep your distaste to yourself.
- Maybe see what the fuss is about?
MIKU: "And now, it's time... for the moment you've been waiting for!"
"One!
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Ready? Miku Miku BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAMMMMM!!!"
This was a trend that you had never been able to understand, but also have come to grow quite annoyed of. You've been spammed it on your recommended, your friends have spammed it, you even see advertisements of her shows on billboards. You knew who she was, you knew what she did, but no matter what you did, she's always there. It's like a Mikupocalypse.
Everytime you went outside, you would see her. Her innocent, carefree face. Those blue colorful yet haunting pigtails. Her figure was everywhere. On cars. On people's bodies. Even the store you went to not long ago had a collaboration with them. No matter what you did, where you went, she was there.
Miku Expo 2024 was not very far from opening soon, and your friends have been so enthusiastic about attending the concert. And yeah, who wouldn't other than you? They got to see their idol live on a stage, performing viral songs in front of hundreds, if not thousands of Vocaloid devotees. They would see her in the flesh. Exactly what anyone with a couple of dollars would feel like doing.
Unbeknowst to you, there was a special program where the concert could be quote-unquote "delivered to your home." This meant that Miku would be going around neighborhoods, performing concerts at random, open spots within the residencies. Your friends, being the pranksters they were, signed you up for this program. Your sleep would be gone, unnoticed by your neighbor's excitement to see the concert happen at their comfort.
One afternoon, you open your window. Sure enough, Miku was outside, performing.