"Do you have a pen? I want Ryouta to sign my program." "There you are," the sparrow poked her head around the door frame, "Spring cleaning?" she said, looking at the mess caused by her mammalian protégé. "Back here, Azami!" Hiyoko called out, couch lifted above her head. "Hiyoko? Where are ya, kid?" A voice wafted from the backstage hallway. "Well, I was TRYING to take some pictures to give to your mom and he started going on about how it was 'illegal' and that 'pictures could be bought after the show' and 'copyright law.'" "By the way, Ryouta, I don't suppose you're friends with the house manager, are you? That lowlife stole my camera!" "Hunter-gatherer instincts, ho!" Hiyoko shouted and started to ransack the room. "Well, only for you, master~" Ryouta said with a coy smile, "But you'll have to help me find a pen." I want it for when you make it big," Hiyoko held it up expectantly. "Sure she did! Scullery Maid #2! And she stole the show! Hey, sign my program for me. "Star of the show? My character didn't even have a name, Hiyoko" Ryouta replied from her monkey, tree climbing choke hold. You think just because you're the star of the show, you can keep your fans waiting?" Everyone else is probably at the after-party now…Īn adolescent homo sapiens busted down the door and attacked Ryouta with a hug. A torn seam caused the seamstress to hold him hostage until she finished lecturing him about proper costume care. One successful opening night later, Ryouta entered the empty green room. Leave it to Hiyoko to make him feel better. He couldn't be nervous otherwise Hiyoko would crown herself queen of the thespians. GOOD LUCK, RYOUTA!111!1! IF YOU GET NERVOUS, I'LL STORM THE STAGE AND TAKE OVER THE THEATER. He reached into his bag to re-check that his phone was silenced, seeing a familiar little notification blipping up at him: Ryouta watched the greenfinch flit away, wishing he could feel as confident. "Break a leg, sweetheart," and off he went. "Get ready, everyone! We're on in five!" the stage manager called over the PA. But a large performance in front of a faceless dark crowd for the first time set his teeth on edge. At the maid café, he felt comfortable slipping into Coolene's persona and flirting with his guests. Ryouta followed suit, but couldn't seem to clear his mind. "Just relax! Yoga breath with me," Yasu closed his eyes, looking like a proper yogi. Just try not to imagine forgetting your lines. "Opening night jitters?" Yasu, a bubbly greenfinch, poked his head into the mirror. Satisfied with his eye shadow, he smoothed over his skirt, a modified version of his maid café outfit. Ryouta carefully applied his stage make-up and tried to not feel nauseated. Feathers and commotion surged in the green room as curtain time drew nearer.
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