*Mic, check. Amps, check. The stage is simple, but fine. It’s not a huge concert, just for fun with friends. The instruments should arrive soon. Everything looks good! I’m a little nervous, despite doing this many times. There’s always that worry it could flop, but we’ll be fine! I have faith in my friends! I look in the mirror, steeling my nerves. I smile, feeling my confidence grow. This show will be memorable for Inaba!

I see someone peek around the corner. I assume you’re not a stalker; I trust my intuition. Maybe you’re a lost shopper or wanderer. This stage is in Junes’ food court. I sigh, you’re breaking a rule by being back here. “Hey you,” I call out, “you’re not supposed to be back here. This is only for people working on the Risette concert.”*