"Get off, get off, get off! We want to see Mr. Brook!"
"Mr. Brook, where are you? Why haven't you come out yet?"
Clearly, the fans weren't buying it. With a screen between them, they weren't afraid Uta could crawl through the connection and beat them up.
Of course, that was only a small minority. Most were willing to give her a chance, figuring there was no harm in listening.
The fans' hostility clearly left Uta a little flustered. As she looked at the lake projected onto the Freedom's hull, a flush of excitement crossed her face.
"You can do it!"
Brook raised his head and quietly cheered Uta on.
Uta turned her head and gave Brook a small smile, then quickly composed herself.
She knew how rare this opportunity was. Even if she learned about Live Broadcast Den Den Mushi later and got a chance to broadcast, she wouldn't have so many viewers right from the start.
"Whew..."
She took a deep breath.
Uta nodded to Kuta, who stood beside the piano, then slowly sat down where he had been sitting.
At that moment, history reached a turning point.
Kuta had no idea what flowers would bloom or what fruit would grow from this decision he and Brook had made on a whim.
But whatever the future held, at least at this moment, they witnessed the beginning of a great songstress's rise.
Beneath the steadily darkening night sky.
As the piano began to play, countless multicolored orbs of light gradually appeared around them, the sort that could only be seen in dreams.
The orbs circled the area like little musical sprites, dancing up and down to the keys beneath the girl's fingers.
Looking at the colorful orbs
around them, everyone fell silent and held their breath, waiting for the