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A few students say hello to An as they move into the schoolyard.

A live show. The crowd felt almost more electric and hyped than it did during Rad Weekend. The dancer felt tried in the best way.

She looked to her right, finding the songwriter with the same face she was giving. Proud, tired, ready to sing again. To her left, the lyricist and a mysterious singer with a powerful voice. The one who'd pushed the dancer to her limit and farther.

They had made it. Together. Together...

. . .

The light from the sun shined through An's window, her alarm and her father telling her to hurry up and get ready for school.

@inferno-blazing

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Nagi smiled brightly. "Of course. But don't think I'll go easy on you if Ken is passing out complements, okay? You'll have to bring your A-game." She ruffled An's hair a little. And slowed the car to a stop as they arrived at Kamiyama High.

A live show. The crowd felt almost more electric and hyped than it did during Rad Weekend. The dancer felt tried in the best way.

She looked to her right, finding the songwriter with the same face she was giving. Proud, tired, ready to sing again. To her left, the lyricist and a mysterious singer with a powerful voice. The one who'd pushed the dancer to her limit and farther.

They had made it. Together. Together...

. . .

The light from the sun shined through An's window, her alarm and her father telling her to hurry up and get ready for school.

@inferno-blazing

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Watching An try and get in a locked car, she unlocked the door and laughed, getting in the drivers seat and smiling at her niece. "You and I should have a singing day after school. Like back when you were itty bitty, going around singing everywhere in Vivid Street." She offered as she started driving.

A live show. The crowd felt almost more electric and hyped than it did during Rad Weekend. The dancer felt tried in the best way.

She looked to her right, finding the songwriter with the same face she was giving. Proud, tired, ready to sing again. To her left, the lyricist and a mysterious singer with a powerful voice. The one who'd pushed the dancer to her limit and farther.

They had made it. Together. Together...

. . .

The light from the sun shined through An's window, her alarm and her father telling her to hurry up and get ready for school.

@inferno-blazing

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"And you know you're running late, don't you?" Nagi teased once again, raising an eyebrow. "Unless you want to run all the way to there in time for homeroom."

A live show. The crowd felt almost more electric and hyped than it did during Rad Weekend. The dancer felt tried in the best way.

She looked to her right, finding the songwriter with the same face she was giving. Proud, tired, ready to sing again. To her left, the lyricist and a mysterious singer with a powerful voice. The one who'd pushed the dancer to her limit and farther.

They had made it. Together. Together...

. . .

The light from the sun shined through An's window, her alarm and her father telling her to hurry up and get ready for school.

@inferno-blazing

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"That's good." She chuckled again. "Need a ride to school? I absolutely 'borrowed' your uncle's keys and I know where the car is~" Nagi offered, smirking a little. Her face read that she simply took his keys and he hadn't caught on yet.

A live show. The crowd felt almost more electric and hyped than it did during Rad Weekend. The dancer felt tried in the best way.

She looked to her right, finding the songwriter with the same face she was giving. Proud, tired, ready to sing again. To her left, the lyricist and a mysterious singer with a powerful voice. The one who'd pushed the dancer to her limit and farther.

They had made it. Together. Together...

. . .

The light from the sun shined through An's window, her alarm and her father telling her to hurry up and get ready for school.

@inferno-blazing

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The time read 8:20. Mafuyu made good time, with about 15 minutes before the day began since no assembly was announced and homeroom was at 8:25 am.

Cold. Cold was the only way the lyricist knew how to describe being there with her mother. It was painful, cold, she wanted to run.

She ran.

Ran in the cold, painful rain. She heard voices call out to her. The featureless composure gently held her as she approached them. She sobbed. They comforted her. It was less cold now...

. . .

A nightmare? They were beginning to happen too often for Mafuyu's tastes. She got up and prepared for school.

@dancing-in-the-snowstorm

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Chuckling, Nagi gave An a few headpats. "I'm sorry!" Then her face fell a little. "Seriously though, you seem to be struggling in the mornings. Are you doing okay? Remembering to take breaks with VBS when I'm not the coach of the day? Cause if Taiga's pushing you guys too far, or your dad is, I'll gladly teach them a lesson on why breaks are important—"

A live show. The crowd felt almost more electric and hyped than it did during Rad Weekend. The dancer felt tried in the best way.

She looked to her right, finding the songwriter with the same face she was giving. Proud, tired, ready to sing again. To her left, the lyricist and a mysterious singer with a powerful voice. The one who'd pushed the dancer to her limit and farther.

They had made it. Together. Together...

. . .

The light from the sun shined through An's window, her alarm and her father telling her to hurry up and get ready for school.

@inferno-blazing

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Many students on her way to school greeted Emu with enthusiasm and excitement, some even greeting with the signature "wonderhoi" of Emu's.

A curtain call. The actress was proud of the show she, the director, the songstress and the star put on. It was their best yet. Her eyes looked to the star, their face catching her gaze. Even featureless, she could see them smile.

Backstage, she hugged them, excitedly blabbering about how it went well. Just as they opened their mouth to speak...

. . .

Emu's dream ended. And a new, beautiful day that would begin with school would begin.

@w0nd3rh01

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A few of Vivid Streets musicians and shop owners greeted An as she ran past. A few chuckling at her hurried self.

Before a familiar voice called out. "In a hurry, An? You shouldn't be oversleeping, you know." Nagi gently teased.

A live show. The crowd felt almost more electric and hyped than it did during Rad Weekend. The dancer felt tried in the best way.

She looked to her right, finding the songwriter with the same face she was giving. Proud, tired, ready to sing again. To her left, the lyricist and a mysterious singer with a powerful voice. The one who'd pushed the dancer to her limit and farther.

They had made it. Together. Together...

. . .

The light from the sun shined through An's window, her alarm and her father telling her to hurry up and get ready for school.

@inferno-blazing

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Making her way to school, she would be greeted by some classmates once in a while, and some younger schoolmates as well.

Cold. Cold was the only way the lyricist knew how to describe being there with her mother. It was painful, cold, she wanted to run.

She ran.

Ran in the cold, painful rain. She heard voices call out to her. The featureless composure gently held her as she approached them. She sobbed. They comforted her. It was less cold now...

. . .

A nightmare? They were beginning to happen too often for Mafuyu's tastes. She got up and prepared for school.

@dancing-in-the-snowstorm

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She nodded, passing a plate to Mafuyu. "Of course. I hope you have a good day, hon. Your dad said he'd be able to make it home for dinner too!"

Cold. Cold was the only way the lyricist knew how to describe being there with her mother. It was painful, cold, she wanted to run.

She ran.

Ran in the cold, painful rain. She heard voices call out to her. The featureless composure gently held her as she approached them. She sobbed. They comforted her. It was less cold now...

. . .

A nightmare? They were beginning to happen too often for Mafuyu's tastes. She got up and prepared for school.

@dancing-in-the-snowstorm

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Mafuyu's mother smiled at her daughter. "Good morning, Mafuyu! Rushing off to school already?"

Cold. Cold was the only way the lyricist knew how to describe being there with her mother. It was painful, cold, she wanted to run.

She ran.

Ran in the cold, painful rain. She heard voices call out to her. The featureless composure gently held her as she approached them. She sobbed. They comforted her. It was less cold now...

. . .

A nightmare? They were beginning to happen too often for Mafuyu's tastes. She got up and prepared for school.

@dancing-in-the-snowstorm

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A few other students of Miyamasuzaka Girls Academy walked by her, greeting the idol. Some as fans, some as fellow classmates. None taking too long to stay by her side as they saw other friends they wanted to say hello to.

The concert was near its end. All four idols out of breath after their longest show yet. The elder pink one cheering with the faceless one. The blue one stared with a wide smile into the sea of lightsticks, her eyes moving to the elder elegant one after feeling her hand.

They lined up to bow. The crowd was roaring in excitement. The faceless one was pushed forward to end the show...

. . .

The alarm seemed to be going off for a long while for Haruka. How did the girl who never slept past it oversleep? It didn't matter, she had to get ready for school.

@faint-blue-idols-heart

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"Emu? Are you alright?" Hinata asked, looking up from her plate of breakfast.

Rakunosuke chuckled lightly. "I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of going to school with that acting, dear."

Hinata gently hit her grandfather's arm, as a playful scold for encouraging such a thing.

A curtain call. The actress was proud of the show she, the director, the songstress and the star put on. It was their best yet. Her eyes looked to the star, their face catching her gaze. Even featureless, she could see them smile.

Backstage, she hugged them, excitedly blabbering about how it went well. Just as they opened their mouth to speak...

. . .

Emu's dream ended. And a new, beautiful day that would begin with school would begin.

@w0nd3rh01

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Cold. Cold was the only way the lyricist knew how to describe being there with her mother. It was painful, cold, she wanted to run.

She ran.

Ran in the cold, painful rain. She heard voices call out to her. The featureless composure gently held her as she approached them. She sobbed. They comforted her. It was less cold now...

. . .

A nightmare? They were beginning to happen too often for Mafuyu's tastes. She got up and prepared for school.

@dancing-in-the-snowstorm

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A curtain call. The actress was proud of the show she, the director, the songstress and the star put on. It was their best yet. Her eyes looked to the star, their face catching her gaze. Even featureless, she could see them smile.

Backstage, she hugged them, excitedly blabbering about how it went well. Just as they opened their mouth to speak...

. . .

Emu's dream ended. And a new, beautiful day that would begin with school would begin.

@w0nd3rh01

[project-danpen-gm]

A live show. The crowd felt almost more electric and hyped than it did during Rad Weekend. The dancer felt tried in the best way.

She looked to her right, finding the songwriter with the same face she was giving. Proud, tired, ready to sing again. To her left, the lyricist and a mysterious singer with a powerful voice. The one who'd pushed the dancer to her limit and farther.

They had made it. Together. Together...

. . .

The light from the sun shined through An's window, her alarm and her father telling her to hurry up and get ready for school.

@inferno-blazing