Eden and Qianyi were given no chance to speak. The three of them sprang into action as if electrocuted, swiftly cleaning up the aftermath.
They put out the crimson coals in the grill, stacked the scattered bowls and chopsticks neatly, cleaned up the trash and grease stains...
The entire sequence was smooth and fluid, so fast it was dazzling.
Once they had finished, the three hurriedly led the way back downstairs to STARRY.
The moment Eden followed them into the rehearsal room, Nijika handed her a sheet filled with newly written lyrics and music.
"This is still a half-finished piece we're polishing. It might be a little rough..." Nijika rubbed her hands awkwardly, her eyes carrying the unease of someone facing an "industry big shot."
"It's all right. Let me see." Eden smiled and accepted the slightly messy pages.
Under the nervous gazes of the three girls, the woman with wine-red hair merely lowered her eyes quietly, her gaze swiftly moving between the staff notation and lyrics.
In less than three minutes, she carefully folded the sheet music, solemnly placed it on a speaker beside her, and then elegantly walked up to the microphone.
"I'm ready. We can start anytime," Eden said.
"Huh? Y-you remembered it already?!" Anon's eyes widened, but seeing Eden's unhurried demeanor, she could only steel herself and pluck the strings.
"Then I'm starting." Nijika took a deep breath and raised her drumsticks.
As she counted down with her drumsticks, the blended sound of guitar, bass, and drums rang through the rehearsal room, while the raw rock melody surged like a tide toward the lead singer at center stage.
When that slightly rough wave of rhythm reached Eden, she uttered the first syllable.
In an instant, the dim STARRY rehearsal room—and even the night sky over all