Our Song.
The curtains slowly parted to either side, and the dark auditorium was gradually lit by the lights from the stage.
The three of them opened their eyes at the same time and looked out at the audience seats as they were slowly illuminated.
"..."
There was no one there.
It was not an exaggeration for there being very few people. It was the truth. Their concert...
Did not have a single audience member.
They could not believe their eyes, as if all the work they had done handing out flyers over the past few days had taken place in a dream. It sounded a little ridiculous to put it that way, but the fact was right there before their eyes.
"I'm sorry..." Hideko slowly walked below the stage. Honoka and the others were not the only ones shocked; Hideko, Mika, and Fumika all felt terribly sad. "I tried my best..."
"..." In the broadcast room, Senba Gari looked somewhat grimly at the empty audience seats, then looked at Honoka Kosaka and the other two standing on the stage. His hands were clenched tightly together. After all, Honoka Kosaka and the others had been working hard for today's live this whole time. It could be said that Senba Gari had seen all of their effort with his own eyes. But now...
Honoka, Kotori, Umi... what will you do...?
"Honoka..."
"Honoka..." Both their voices were very faint. Seeing this scene, everyone was heartbroken, let alone the three of them, who had worked so hard for so long.
In Honoka Kosaka's mind, like a projector, everything that had happened over the past month surfaced before her eyes.
The morning practice every day, the help from their underclassmen and Senba Gari, the support from others, the prayers beneath the night sky.
In