Lonely Rock for the Blind.

"Do not."

Yamada Ryo interrupted Ijichi Nijika.

"Let's just play our own game."

Yamada Ryo smiled.

"cold…"

Ichi Nijika softly called her friend's name.

"I think everyone's been working so hard lately, maybe we can turn casual viewers into our fans!"

Kita Ikuyo said.

“…Kita…”

Ichi Nijika showed a touched expression.

"I...I...I'll try!"

Goto Ichiri covered his face with his guitar as he spoke.

"Thank you, Pochi."

Ichi Nijika expressed her gratitude.

"If the audience doesn't like it, then it's the audience's problem. You should approach your performances with that mindset."

"Nekoyashiki Haru said."

"Huh? That's such an arrogant idea, even if it's very rock and roll..."

Ichi Nijika paused for a moment before speaking.

"But I think what I said is correct. People who can't appreciate your music must have something wrong with their ears, right?"

Haru Nekoyashiki once again uttered outrageous remarks.

"Is that just your boyfriend filter?"

Ichi Nijika sighed.

"If this continues, Little Cat will eventually become a die-hard fan of the band."

Ijichi Niji Natsumi's red eyes met Nekoyashiki Haru's eyes.

"Isn't it good?"

Nekoyashiki Haru tilted her head.

"That's not good! Although I'm very happy..."

Ichi Nijika clutched her chest.

"Anyway, thank you everyone for comforting me. Let's give it a try together!"

"Hmm, it might become a hit."

Yamada Ryo nodded.

"If it's going to be a hit, I'll have to spend money... On the day of the live performance, should I also go to the beauty salon for a makeover?"

Kita Ikuyo pondered.

"...Let's skip that..."

Ichi Nijika shook her head.

"Everyone, let's begin rehearsals!"

...

……

.........

"So this is the livehouse..."

Upon entering the unfamiliar livehouse, the four members of the End Band, dressed in their team uniforms, looked around curiously.

"Oh, hello, I'm Liu, the reservation manager here."

A young man walked over and said.

Nekoyashiki Haru stepped forward.

"Hello, we are the End Band."

According to previous rumors, this guy should be the kind of person who is very unserious.

It's best not to let him talk to everyone.

"His senior said, 'Let's end the band.' Sigh..."

"After all, I'm already a full member! If I win the competition, I'll be officially a member!"

The whispers behind him almost made Nekoyashiki Haru's carefully prepared serious expression crumble.

"Ah... Hello, hello, this is the [Structure Band], right? Thank you all for accepting our invitation."

After the young man finished speaking, he prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Nekoyashiki Haru called out to the young man.

The young man turned around, and Nekoyashiki Haru narrowed his eyes, saying each word clearly.

"It's [The End Band], could you please pronounce the name correctly?"

"...Ah...okay, let's...let's end the band, right?"

The young man nodded.

"I can't be mistaken, I'll be going now!"

He then quickly left.

"…Ugh…"

Nekoyashiki Haru sighed, then turned to face the others.

"Sister Xingge is right, this guy is definitely not serious, he didn't even remember your band's name."

"It's okay, we've already made preparations!"

Ichi Nijika shook her head.

"Oh, right, there are other bands over there. They must have been invited like us, right? Let's go check them out!"

Kita Ikuyo pointed to a group of people in the distance, and then led everyone over.

“yeyeyeyeyeyeyeye!!!”

The death metal band "Dead Man's Carnival" features members with dead-like makeup and emits strange screams from time to time.

"...Isn't this a bit too rock and roll?"

Kita Ikuyo tilted her head in confusion.

Haru Nekoyashiki held the slowly shrinking Goto Ichiri while comforting him.

"After all, they were probably just a band they found online, with no style restrictions."

"Ah... hello everyone."

Noticing the approach of the five people, the musician dressed as a corpse became shy.

"...We'll be performing together, right?... Please take good care of me from now on..."

The musician bowed.

"...Isn't being this polite a bit too much of a rip-off of your persona...?"

"Hello! We are underground idols! [Angel's Cuticle]!!!!"

A girl with long, straight black hair dressed as an angel greeted him.

"...There are underground idols too."

Yamada Ryo twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Why does this name sound a little disgusting...?"

"Nekoyashiki Haru said softly to herself."

"Hello!"

Ichi Nijika stepped forward and greeted the girl with long, straight black hair who was leading the group.

"...Hello everyone...I'm a solo singer...I want to take advantage of my retirement to start a career as an instrumental singer..."

“...Ah...what a haggard and tired old man.”

Kita Ikuyo commented.

"It looks like the result of being crushed dozens of times by a life that feels like a steamroller, squeezing out all the contents of the body?"

Yamada Ryo muttered to himself.

"...Don't say things like that to someone's face."

Nekoyashiki Haru reminded him, while continuing to stroke the trembling Goto Ichiri in his arms.

The haggard-looking man continued.

"When I was twenty, I was betrayed by a friend and forced to take on a debt of 100 million. My daughter went astray... fell in love with a hoodlum... did things she shouldn't have done, and my house was burned down three times. Just when my daughter finally grew up and I could finally breathe a sigh of relief, my wife slapped the divorce papers in my face... Now all I want to do is start a new life."

"what…"

Goto Ichiri stopped trembling.

"...Was it because of that uncle's tragic aura that Xiao Yili felt comfortable?"

Kita Ikuyo grinned.

Ichi Nijika silently walked back.