Another day. Another trial. I tossed my cigarette down and stomped on it. Most people would love to be famous. Hell, a lot people would kill to be famous. (Some people literally.) Truth is though, I hate this job. I hate everything. Most of all, I hate the people. I yawned loudly, scratching the back of my head. It was completely silent, except for a few loud noises coming from on-stage.

"Argh!" a frustrated bluenette yelled, obviously pissed. "Why!? Why won't this piece of shit work!" I leaned against the side of the tour bus, watching the man attempt to set up some equipment.

"Yo, Kaito, what's the matter bro?" I asked casually. He jumped and almost dropped the speaker he was attempting to fix. I guess I scared him good. I'll have to remember that, in case he tries to get me back. Kaito laughed awkwardly as he set the speaker down.

"Haha, scared me for a minute there! Stop creeping up on me, Akaito!" he said as he shoved my shoulder playfully. "I was just – uh – set everything up on-stage. The guys deserve a break." I rolled my eyes at that. Kaito was always kind, but sometimes he just plain out spoiled our crew. They rarely did much work, and when they did, they always complained about it. Figures.

I sighed heavily, already wanting to smoke another cig. Kaito and the rest of the Vocaloid gang, who were all in the bus, were practically begging me to stop smoking. Especially Rin and Len. Not only did it affect me, but everyone around me. Er, something like that anyways; I can't remember exactly how the twins put it. I didn't plan on quitting anytime soon though. Quitting's for losers.

I walked slowly off the stage, feeling a bit more tired than usual. Hell, the show hadn't even started yet. I groaned loudly as my head began to pound. I fell to my knees. I was dizzy for some reason…

Kaito stood up, worried, and chased after me, but I didn't need him worrying about me. I was fine. Totally fine. Perfectly fine. Definitely…passed out cold.

"Hey! He's waking up!"

"Eh!?"

"Somebody get Kaito!"

"Is he okay?"

"He looks really pale."

"Does he have a fever?"

I immediately sat up, but soon regretted it, feeling significantly weaker than I had felt only seconds ago. I crashed back onto the pillows. It took me a minute, but I soon realized I was lying on the twins' mattress. My mattress had been stripped of most blankets, but thank god the twins kept several. I felt like I was freezing, even wrapped up in two heavy blankets.

"Is he okay…?" a quiet, almost inaudible voice whispered. I couldn't quite place a name on the voice, but it sounded familiar.

"Yes, but I doubt he'll make it through the concert in this shape. He's malnourished. I guess skipping all those meals and only eating snacks from the convenience store finally caught up with him." Akaito recognized this clear, loud voice as Luka Megurine, a good friend of his. I mean sure, we were all good friends, but Luka and I were, well, great friends. "I don't think it's serious enough for him to be in the hospital, but he should rest. And eat a decent meal, of course. I don't think Meiko is in the concert. Maybe you can sing a duet with her instead of with Akaito."

The idea was brilliant, he had to admit. Most of the Vocaloids would be backstage, cheering for their fellow bandmate(s), so he would have alone time to himself. Good. He liked things quiet. After agreeing on a plan, Luka left some soup next to the Kagamine's mattress and headed out the door with the rest of the gang. All except one.

"Um, hello. I'm Hatsune Mikuo."