The moon. It shines brightly, reflecting off of almost every surface. Light hits metal beams, rods glass. A construction site. A figure sits on one of the beams, staring up at the moon. Green eyes sparkle slightly from the moon's light, and long green hair spills from behind the dark hood, hanging in front of the slender figure of a young woman. The girl sighs.
She knows that she will have to return to the stage and the fame, but once in a while it's nice to just sit back and pretend tobe a normal teenager. The pressure is gone, and there is just her and the moon and stars. No flashing or bright lights in her eyes, no cheering in her ears, just peace. A breeze blows past, pushing her hood off her head. The wind picks up her hair, pushes it behind her shoulders, and she breathes another sigh.
Tonight brings a new evening to stand on the stage, sing and dance for the fans. Hatsune Miku stands up, takes a final breath of fresh, free air, and hops down from the metal beams. It is time.
