(Ceruno)
Though I resisted, Sirius insisted that I go onstage in this nightclub-girl-like performance outfit that exposed most of my chest.
This was a battle that would decide the fate of the world, yet I had to wear revealing clothes I had never worn before just to please the audience.
It felt a little vulgar...
What exactly was I fighting for?
"Ceruno-chan, this isn't the time to be so fussy. Do you still want to win or not?"
Sigh, did being embarrassed count as being fussy?
Sirius snapped her fingers, and another ten maids carrying performance outfits surged in through the door, surrounding Miluno and me.
"And we're not done yet! Keep changing!"
Sirius tapped my chest with a paper fan.
"I prepared six performance outfits for each of you! The first three have a unified, harmonious style for when you sing together! The last three have contrasting designs for your solo performances, to highlight the atmosphere of confrontation!"
"So many?"
"If there'd been enough preparation time, I'd have wanted a new outfit for every song. Hurry up and finish changing so you can rehearse! This has nothing to do with the election—I'm the organizer, and I won't allow this concert to fail! Remember, your Galaxy duo is the star act under my management!"
"Star act?"
Was that word used to describe idols?
"A star act is an idol who makes the most money. You two have been so active that I've already retreated behind the scenes~"
Sirius was neither a Magical Girl nor an idol now.
She was merely a capitalist.
After trying on the performance outfits, the concert rehearsal officially began.
Even the friends and family hadn't arrived yet. The empty grand theater actually put me at ease.
But once the music started, there was no time