When she woke, she was in her bed at home again.
The alarm was ringing, telling her that it was time for
school.

There was very little for her to pay attention to that
day during class. While lessons in history,
mathematical functions, and grammar floated in the air
around her, she was busy scribbling music in her
notebook.

The strange songs that she was somehow familiar
with were now effortlessly pouring from her pencil.

By the time the bell rang, telling her it was time to
change into her P.E. clothes, she had just finished
transcribing a song that brought a tear to her eye for
some reason.

'They wrote it for me.'

"Mio-senpai could write such beautiful songs," she
said out loud while she sat with her legs held tightly
in her arms on the track that circled the athletic field.

"Huh?"

Ignoring Jun, she remained focused on the toes of her
shoes.

"They sounded silly and cutesy, but they had good
messages and she was the best at writing lyrics."

Jun waved her hand in front of Azusa's blank face.

"They were all so good at what they did. How can we
have a Light Music Club without them?"

"UUuuugh! Yui and Mio, Ritsu and Mugi…they're all you
talk about now!"

Azusa slowly turned to look at her.

"Why can't you live here and now? I'm not going along
with this plan of yours if you just keep thinking about
people that don't exist!"

Azusa sat in her room. The daylight was fading and
the frustrated girl was lying on her bed, staring at the
ceiling.

'Jun's probably right. Why can't I live in the now?'

She rolled onto her stomach and hid her mouth behind
her folded arms.

'That feels like a dream now...
this feels like a dream then...'

'I wonder what's going on. Maybe there's a way to
prove which is real.'

The girl sat up quickly in her bed.

"Like when a person is better at something in a dream
than in real life!"

Azusa looked aroud the room for something to prove
her hypothesis.

'Maybe sports?'

She picked up a rubber handball on her nightstand
and threw it at the wall.

It came straight back and hit her between the eyes
which tilted her head back enough that she could
watch the ball fly up into the air, bounce against the
ceiling, and come right back down to strike her in the
same place again.

Thoroughly stunned, Azusa sat perfectly still for a
moment.

"No, I guess not."

She leaned to her right and fell down against the bed.

"That hurt."