Hello there, FanFic readers! Especially those who have read this story of mine. I would like to say I'm sorry because of the long silence of my account and this story. Our first laptop broke down so I wasn't able to continue. Now we have new, I can starts typing again. I'm sorry again for the inconvenience but I hope you enjoy! (Oh, and please tell me anything wrong about this story.)
[About the Japanese words I inserted in this story, I have cancelled them and changed them back into English because it may be inconvenient for non-Japanese/non-otaku readers. Sorry! ("^^)]
Staffs were clicking away in the keyboard. Monitors are flashing with different kinds of images. Yes, they know more about the modern technology. But they are sure they're not boasting it. They were always like that, striding forward than the other countries. They were known for that.
Click. Click. Click.
Tap. Tap. Takatak.
Sounds that aroused around the dark office. Lights from the monitors flashed as their source of light. They must do it immediately before the day comes.
Click. Click.
Takatak. Tak. Tak.
"Yosh! Finished, Creator-san!"
"Let's have it into the test, shall we?"
The man began clicking away again. The female voice started to sing...
"Good. Continue the others."
"Yes, Creator-san."
The man began to work again, making another one.
Some months passed...
The people were buzzing like bees. They were clutching their light sticks: green, yellow, and pink, anxiously waiting to start. Audience slowly going inside the stadium, creating no noise except their chattering. Excited. Thrilled. So anxious.
"Shirohi! Ready?!"
Shirohi began to rift his guitar.
"Yeah! We are all set!" he replied, looking at his other members, nodding.
"Kinji, is the lights and sound good!?"
Kinji waved back.
"Yeah! So ready than you expected!"
"Takagi!"
"All set, Creator-san!" He nodded and sighed.
Then a man came running to Him.
"All set, Loki?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Tell it to Kinji now. I'll go to the backstage."
"Yes, sir!"
Loki ran to Kinji's position. He turned to the direction to the backstage, but then he looked back, taking another glimpsed in the crowd.
"Another concert, Miku-chan..!"he thought serenely. "Give it your best shot!"
The hologram machine hummed. Lights were turned off. His heart leaped; cannot identify whether he's excited, overjoyed or just...surprised at the sound (he drinks a lot of coffee, that's why). He rushed to the backstage to join his men and prepare.
The people's voices fades...The opening melody begins... Audience began to shout... The projector shone...
As you can see, I edited some words in this chapter (if you guys noticed some mistakes here) So I guess I'll be doing that too to the other remaining chapters and I'll start to update next chapters.