This is Chapter 0, and it's a flashback. I deleted the original story because it came out bad...oh well. Please enjoy, review, follow and favourite! Any feedback is appreciated!

Things will be explained more in detail later!

I'll say this now, but...

Guess who's who.


Minori Fujiwara looked up at the poster that was glue-tacked onto the wall of the music shop.

"Well! I might as well try out for this!" she thought, as she quickly took out a pen and started writing details the poster offered about this "new revolution of music" on her arm.

She smiled at her neat writing, and quickly whipped away her pen. "This might be fun!"

Minori walked away from the poster, stretching her arms up and beamed.


"Ah! Look, Ryohei! It's a company recruiting singers! Auditions are coming up!" Riko Suzuki playfully grabbed her close friend, Ryohei Ito's, arm.

"What about it?"

"Let's audition!"

"Are you crazy or stupid?"

"Oh, come on! It'll be so cool if we got accepted!"

"And what are the chances you'll make it in?"

"Not just 'me' – you too, Ryohei!"

"Wha-?"


Ruko Matsumoto sat down with her grocery shopping. She was only 19, yet she was so scarily independent it wasn't funny. There was a promotion poster in front of her, and a small crowd of people were standing around it. She tiptoed to increase her height, and saw the subject of fuss. A Yamaha sponsored singing group?

That'll be interesting.


Michiko was slouched and tired. She had spent a whole day partying with friends and was craving sleep. Her face slammed against a shop window, and she slid down it, with a screeching noise following her head. But a poster behind the glass caught her eye just in time before she sank into gravely sleep.

"'Singing group recruiting people of any age.' Please visit this website if interested…?"

She stood up straight in a curvaceous, womanly pose. "Why, I, Michiko Sakine, will definitely try out for this! Challenge accepted, my friends!"


"It's so hooot," Kouta drooled, wishing for something really cold to eat to temporarily take his mind off the excruciatingly hot heat.

"Oi, Kouta, don't die on us again."

"Sorry, sorry," he quickly apologized to his friends and happened to see a huge, brightly decorated poster in a candy shop window across the road. He looked at it with interest.

"Kouta, what you looking at?"

"The poster."

"Don't tell me you want to try out do you?"

"Nah, 'course not." But in his mind, Kouta Shion was already dreaming of becoming a singer.


Can you guess who's who? More will be revealed soon! Thank you for reading!