Chapter 2 - ...hiding in your w-fi
The hall was dark, but it was huge. Some headlights gave scant light and despite the good 10,000 people in the event hall, the air was not stuffy. The air recirculation generators, which permanently provide fresh air obviously did a great job. There was an exciting atmosphere, the tension was almost physically tangible, and the cacophony of the thousands and thousands of muted voices added to the situation. People talked, shouting, laughing, whispering. The 10,000x amplification of every human voice made this jumble of sounds grow to a level of noise that made communication within the hall much more difficult. Even people who were right next to each other had to speak very loudly in order to communicate.
It was always exciting ... these moments before the concert started, then the lightshow with its lasers, and the throbbing strobe lights, the huge basses and the live band instruments that all of a sudden broke the noisy silence like a clap of thunder and the hall transformed into an explosion of light and music. Especially the moment when Miku appears on stage, apparently materializing, has always been one of the highlights, if not the culmination of every concert.
It was now more his third visit to the Miku Expo, but this was a special, because after Paris and London, he even got hold of tickets for the VIP area, just a few rows in front of the stage. In addition, this concert, at least one of three on the entire continent, took place in his native Germany.
As with the previous two concerts, the crowd in the audience was incredibly euphoric and boisterous. A sea of thousands of glowsitcks flickered in the rhythm of the songs and the masses cheered frantically with their heroine Miku.
But something was different at the concert, he had such a feeling, no more than the shadow of a hunch that gnawed at his subconscious. For a long time he could not grasp exactly what irritated him, but suddenly it hit him like a lightning strike. He was sure: Miku had looked directly at him several times. As he was in the fifth row in front of the stage this time, he made an error or a misrepresentation of perspective. But it had to be an imagination - she ... it ... Miku is a hologram, a projection of light, not real, without material form. Actually, there was nothing on the stage.
But when Miku thanked her fans at the end of the concert, said goodbye to them and let her gaze wander over the crowds that held up their glowing sticks, it happened again: fractions of a second before she "dematerialized" she bowed her head a little and looked directly at him again. Nobody noticed it, because of course this view could only be registered by the one to whom it applied. What irritated him so much was the expression he saw in Miku's eyes. He meant to recognize a questioning expression of confusion or indecision in her face. But what shocked him even more was the fact that Miku seemed to be trying to point it out. She was just about to raise her arm, but then her figure dissolved even in a veil and pixels and the concert was officially over.
The whole evening, the whole long way back this situation went through his head.
On the train home he looked at the pastimes on his mobile phone to the photos and videos, which he had made sporadically during the concert. Then it happened: The screen flickered and showed interference, as he had previously known only in glitches in computer games. At first he thought that the battery probably has a defect and hoped that there is no serious problem with the electronics of his phone. He just wanted to press the on / off switch on the side of the device to restart the phone, because he dropped his phone in fright almost. On the small screen appeared the face of Hatsune Miku and her voice sounded a bit scratchy and choppy from the speaker of the smartphone. And she spoke German ...
"W ... W ... Who a-are Yyyou?"
