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I've always wanted to perform in shows.
Ever since I saw a show of ‘The Little Mermaid’
When I was in middle school, I was in the junior class of a big theater company.
So I practiced and practiced and got the part of main character...
But at that performance…
I forgot what my next line, I didn’t know what I had to say next
I froze up. I didn’t know what I should do.
...Everyone had been practicing so hard, and now it's all ruined because of me.
After that, whenever I stood in front of people, I started shaking and couldn't speak properly...
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But then, ### gave me Nene-Robo, a robot I could perform with, and invited me to join a troupe at PhennyLand. With Nene-Robo... I could perform again, and had so much fun.
But…
*Loud thud sound*
Because of me—WonderlandxShowtime disbanded after the first show.
I made a mistake, I didn’t charge Nene-Robo before.
The show went horribly wrong.
####### yelled at me afterwards… I can’t put on the best show if I can’t even face the audience.
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/Nene’s room/
“Why… why can’t I do anything right-!” Nene yelled, sitting curled up on the floor, arms around her knees.
“I ruined our show, just like how I did back then…”
“Because… maybe- maybe I wasn’t meant to be on stage…”
She said, rubbing her eyes and straightening her legs. Thinking back to what she just said, maybe it is true. Maybe, Kusanagi Nene was never meant to perform.
But then… what would she do?
She doesn’t want to be outside, being near loads of people overwhelms her and just standing in front of people made her anxious. Sure she's gotten better at interacting with people normally, but she's still incapable of doing so with too many people.
She can’t just stay inside all day playing games either. If she did, she would be a completely useless person.
The only other thing she’s done while shutting herself in besides playing video games was read manga, watch movies and animes, and tried to compose a few songs.
Compose… songs? Compose… songs.
“I have to… become a person who can create songs that will make someone happy”
“Songs that can save someone, anyone…”
“…I have to…I have to… keep making songs…”
‘So I won’t be useless’
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—A few months later—
/Nene’s Room/
“No, this doesn’t sound right. Maybe I should replace this chord with- no still not it.”
Nene said, sighing as she looks away from her monitor to grab a can of soda, taking a sip, before going straight back to composing.
‘Probably should have started once I got back from night classes but… I got distracted playing video games.’ she thought. Another habit she’d have to fix someday.
“Maybe I should change the progression to be more like-” she mumbled before being cut off by a ‘ding!’ sound from her monitor.
“... a DM? From Citrine? Let’s see…”
[citrine]: just sent the lyrics for the new song. when you got the time, could you look them over?
‘Ah right, the lyrics…’
[Pomelo]: thank you, I’ll look them over once I’m done with this next song
[citrine]: pomelo? seems kinda like you’ve been up all this time. you ok?
[Pomelo]: yeah, but I just started composing for today. got distracted after school
[citrine]: ah, me too. it’s not that rare i see you still online at this hour. just thought i should send in the lyrics to get them ‘pomelo approved’ so enanan and minorinrin can start with the mv
[citrine]: we might not know each other offline but we’re all working together so i want to give it my all
[Pomelo]: I see… I’ll look over it now then.
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Nene- no, Pomelo opened the file and read over the lyrics.
‘Lyrics are great as always Citrine… though there’s a typo in here.
Maybe it was intentional?’ she thought to herself, selecting the text she’s looking at.
“...Speaking of meeting, it should be starting soon” As she said that, a call notification popped up on the screen.
‘Guess it’s time to continue making… songs that will save someone’