"Where's the curling iron? Did anyone see it?"
"Here you go, hurry up."
"Your brows still need some work, don't move, I'll fix them for you."
"Look at those dark circles—didn't sleep well last night, huh? Too nervous..."
Ruzaki Mami stepped into the backstage makeup room, only to be greeted by absolute chaos.
Several makeup artists were orbiting around her bandmates, constantly swapping positions and tools, their makeup brushes practically leaving afterimages in the air.
Their personal concert—it was finally about to begin.
It was only upon seeing this scene that she truly felt it sinking in.
From a small band with odd makeup, only able to sing and dance at tiny live houses, to now hosting a personal concert at a five-thousand-seat venue, they had overcome so many hardships, so many obstacles, and finally arrived at this moment.
But when all was said and done, at their core, they were still just a group of music-loving high school girls.
