Downtown awaits. If there was ever an excuse to skip out on classes for the rest of the day, we've got the mother of them all. Resolved to slack off, we find a stairwell in record time, follow it down a few flights, exit out into a hallway, and proceed to take the elevator the rest of the way down to street level like the normal human being we're trying to act as.
POST-Kyoto's downtown is a bustling mess. But, we iterated that already in the third post, so there's no need to be redundant. For now, we travel the streets, looking for timekillers.
Right away we spot a cafe. It would be a good place to grab a bite, but upon looking in through the window we see a bunch of couples sitting together. It's one of those places, but if we're bold enough we don't have to let it affect us. Our hunger ultimately wins out, and we grab ourselves a coffee to go like the dirty wanderer that we are.
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The voice of an angel cuts through the cacophony. It instills order in a chaotic universe, and all who hear it gravitate towards the source.
"I don't believe it, but it must be true-!" The recognition dawns on us with force like a bitchslap from a semi-truck.
"IT'S GALAXY☆HEART! COME TO SHOWER US WITH HER BLESSINGS!!!" A salaryman roars to the heavens, his voice cracking from rapture.
The call of the wild. We can't help but be caught up in the wave. The human current drags us through the streets, the siren call eventually depositing us on the shores of fortune. One of the city's many parks is being graced by a flash-mob concert of the Nipponese's number one idol, GALAXY☆HEART.
GALAXY☆HEART
"Hiiiiiii, Galaxy Faithfuls! Are you ready for best part of your day to begin?"
The crowd's voice was as one. A chorus of Pavlov's howling dogs.
GALAXY☆HEART--if her name isn't spelt with all-caps and a star, it's technically misspelled--didn't keep her public waiting. At her beck the amps spat out fiery, catchy background tones, and the spontaneous concert began.
My heart is a galaxy
Every star's a memory
At the center of it all's a black hole
Taking all of your lives in
Caught by my tide, always in spin
Stay with me forever, just like that~
"Ooouuh! Gala! You're the finest!"
GALAXY☆HEART singing her hit debut single, "GALAXY☆HEART," as part of one of her charitable performances; the closest thing to a miracle on Earth was in progress.
Every star, come together now
Let's make something grand
My place in the universe
It's with you all at my side~
"GALA!"
"GALA!"
"WE LOVE YOU, GALA!"
Many voices break. Many hold their hands out, palms up. Hundreds of fingers twitch, antsy to receive GALAXY☆HEART 's good graces.
It's not just the crowd she's enchanted with her divine voice, hypnotized with her sultry, revolutionary dance moves. Business owners watch from sideline storefronts with thirsty expressions. Vendors for both food and merch have congregated closer to the action, jacking their prices up to take full advantage of the hyped-up audience. Anytime that GALAXY☆HEART deigns it fit to have a sudden street concert business skyrockets in that given area, like life blooming in the desert overnight after a sudden rainstorm.
Small wonder it's likened to something miraculous. Nothing less would do for Nippon's greatest idol.
Bright lights, bright lights
Life itself is a fight
Come together now
Be my galaxy's heart~
We feel like we're in a dream. Not just because of the sheer quality of the concert, of the atmosphere, but because GALAXY☆HEART has turned her gaze right on us. It's in our gut. We know instinctively that it's US she's looking at, at no one else. From the way she bats her eyes to the way her hips circle, all the evidences points to her full attention zeroing in on us.
"Me?" we ask, our voice lost to the uproar of GALAXY☆HEART's hundreds of fans. But, she somehow heard it, our prayer. With hand over her heart, and full bosom, she nods at us, beckoning us with the other.
We're powerless to resist. Why would we want to resist, anyway? One foot in front of the other, we approach the impromptu stage.
"WhoooAAAA! SELECTED BY GALA! SHE HAS CHOSEN HIM!"
"LUCKY! HE'S SO LUCKY!"
"DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! BECOME JOIN IN ON HER GALAXY-HEART!"
"UOOOOOOOH! I'M SO JEALOUS, BUT I'M SO HAPPY FOR HIM!"
Steps away from the stage, we're ready to kick this party up a notch. Yet, out of the corner of our eye, almost hidden away in our blindspot, a part of our mind still retains lucidity, and we recognize someone quite familiar to Niwa Nishiki.
1. Ascend the stage!
2. Wait, we think we recognize someone in the crowd...
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