After dropping out of school, I chose to join a girls' band.

If it were just Momoko on stage, Ms. Xiangzi wouldn't be so worried, but when she heard that Meow Dream was also with her, she felt it was necessary to go and check, just in case the two of them teamed up to destroy the worldview of _mujica.

"Really? I'll be right back."

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Shoko Toyokawa's concerns were not unfounded.

"Hello everyone, meow meow!" At this moment, Yutenji Meowmee was backstage recording a video on her phone. "Today is Ave Mujica's first live performance, and this is the stage where we will be performing later."

"Are you recording a live stream?" Momoko Kurosawa, who was checking the stage setup, turned around and looked at her when she heard Nyanmu's sudden muttering to herself.

"This is Momoko Kurosawa, one of the rhythm guitarists in Meow Dream's band! She's the principal player at Seisho Music Academy, and Momoko-chan performed the entire stage play part of Meow Dream's performance all by herself." Meow Dream turned around and recorded Momoko in her phone camera.

"Hello everyone..." Seeing Miaomeng pointing her phone at her, Taozi greeted her subconsciously, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes: "Aren't you afraid that Ms. Sakura and Xiangzi will come looking for trouble with you later?"

"It's alright, don't be afraid. This isn't a live stream, just some recorded video clips. It will be edited later," Miaomeng said to Taozi, her usual business-like tone gone.

"I told you, recording is not allowed backstage." Xiangzi appeared behind Miaomeng at some point and took her phone from her hand.

"I told you, now is not the time for our identities to be exposed," Xiangzi said irritably.

"Hmm...it would be better to film some behind-the-scenes footage like this," Miaomeng tried to argue.

"Don't ruin Ave Mujica's worldview." She skillfully deleted the video clip.

"Hey! How could this happen!" Miao Meng felt a pang of heartache when she saw that Xiangzi had deleted all the videos she had recorded.

"Is there a problem with the stage setup?" After dealing with Meow Dream, Xiangzi turned to look at Taozi, who was doing a final check.

She shook her head. "The stage setup is in good condition."

"Really? That's good. We absolutely can't afford any mistakes in our first performance," Xiangzi said.

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The following layered armor

I really like both Mygo and GBC (Hanada Hibiki's mom), but the real-world match between Mygo and the Assassin's Creed hasn't started yet, so it's not easy to write the final result. I could only use this shortcut to make it a draw.

If you have any complaints, please vent here, and don't spoil everyone's reading experience in the main text (although it seems not many people are following the updates).

Climax Stage: Chapter Fourteen - Ave_Mujica (Part 1)

"Sorry... I'm late." Misaka Hatsuka, who had rushed over, pushed open the door to the Ave Mujica lounge and said breathlessly.

Inside the room, Xiao Mu was intently playing her guitar, her meticulous fingerwork and smooth melody indicating she was warming up for her upcoming performance. Her eyes were filled with focus and determination, as if everything around her was irrelevant.

On the other side, Hai Ling leaned back on the sofa with her eyes closed, resting. Her breathing was steady and even, and she appeared unusually calm. A relaxed expression was on her face, as if the upcoming performance did not put much pressure on her.

"Chuhua, you're finally here." Xiangzi, who was putting on makeup, saw the triangular Chuhua behind her through the mirror in front of her. Her tone was slightly reproachful, but more concerned.

"Today is the first day of the Bang Dream competition, and the public transportation is a bit crowded." Chu Hua sat down next to Xiang Zi, slightly out of breath, clearly still feeling tired from the journey.

The makeup artist quickly stepped forward, picked up the bottles and jars, and began working on Chu Hua's face. Her movements were skillful and delicate, and her fingers gently glided across Chu Hua's skin.

"It seems like Xiaoyue and her band are performing today too. I think their band is called... Mygo?" Taozi, sitting on the other side of Xiangzi, suddenly brought it up, breaking the silence in the room.

[The band of Tsuki and Kodama?] Upon hearing this, Toyokawa Shoko felt a ripple in her heart, and a complicated expression briefly appeared on her face.

"That's none of my business anymore..." Xiangzi was about to say that when Taozi's words stopped him.

"I plan to collect some performance videos of the Mygo band and study their potential future rivals," Peach said, her tone tinged with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.

Even though she was putting on makeup and couldn't turn her head to look at Xiangzi, she could roughly guess the stubborn expression on his face, so she readily gave him a way out.

“Su Shi…” Upon hearing Momo’s words, Wakaba Mutsu immediately thought of her chestnut-haired friend, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes. “I want to see it.”

“Mygo…Lost Child? I want to see it too.” Hailing, who was sitting on the sofa, opened her eyes after hearing Momo’s words. She had heard the name Yue from Riki before, so she was also very interested in Mygo’s performance.

"Senior Yue? I'd also like to analyze our opponent," Chu Hua said, her tone earnest and expectant.

Xiangzi was silent for a moment, a struggle and determination flashing in her eyes, before finally saying, "It's very necessary to analyze the opponents we might encounter in the knockout stage." Although her tone was calm, there was a hint of tension and anticipation in her eyes.

[Xiangzi... he's really not very frank.] Taozi thought to herself as she heard Xiangzi's stubborn words. He clearly wanted to see it, but he was unwilling to express it.

"Hey, hey, hey? What are you guys talking about? I don't quite understand." As the only one who wasn't connected to the rest of Mygo, Yutenji Mew felt like she was being isolated. She muttered to herself, arms crossed, her face full of confusion.

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"Check the camera positions again to make sure there are no problems." On stage, Ms. Sakura Sakura directed the staff while carefully checking every detail. Her posture was upright, her expression focused, and every instruction was crisp and clear, making her appear exceptionally authoritative.

As Ave_Mujica's manager, Sakura Sakura not only oversees the entire performance but also takes care of every detail, from stage setup to sound equipment; she personally confirms every aspect. She walks to the sound control panel and tells the technicians, "Check the microphone volume again to make sure there's no background noise."

"Why do I have to do so much work as an agent? I'm definitely going to ask my boss for a raise when I get back," Sakura Sakura muttered to herself as she worked, her tone tinged with helplessness and bitterness. Her hands were constantly jotting down various notes in her notebook, a hint of fatigue flashing in her eyes, but she maintained an efficient work ethic.

She walked to the center of the stage, looked around, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief after confirming that every detail was in order.

Although she was full of complaints, she knew that only by doing her best in every task could she ensure the success of Ave_Mujica's performance.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sakura-senpai." After finishing their makeup, Ave_Mujica and their group arrived backstage, and Toyokawa Shoko said to Sakura Sakura.

Sakura Sakura looked up at them, a smile on her face, and waved her hand: "As long as you perform well, that's enough. I've done this many times before, it's nothing."

Xiangzi nodded slightly, her gaze immediately falling on the six masks displayed to the side. Each mask was meticulously designed, with lace, feathers, and gemstones interwoven to exude a mysterious and noble aura. She reached out and removed the lace-patterned mask; the delicate lace patterns appeared exceptionally exquisite under the light.

She put the mask on, and its coolness instantly spread throughout her body, as if adding a layer of mystery to her.

Xiangzi adjusted the mask to make sure it fit his face, then looked up at himself in the mirror, a determined glint in his eyes.

After confirming that the other five people were also wearing masks, Xiangzi began her pre-stage pep talk. She looked around to make sure everyone's eyes were on her, and then spoke softly, "Although I've already said it once during rehearsals," she paused, her gaze as cold as moonlight, "I still want to emphasize it again."

Her voice was deep and powerful, like an echo stirring in the heart: "Leave your anxiety and regret here before you go on stage. Once you're on stage, the only person you can trust is yourself."

“Let’s go,” Xiangzi said finally, her voice calm and firm. “This is our stage.”

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The opening ceremony of the stage began, accompanied by a soft "click," and the entire venue immediately fell silent.

The audience members sat up straight, their eyes fixed on the rising curtain. The atmosphere instantly became tense and expectant, everyone waiting for the start of this highly anticipated performance.

For Ave_Mujica's first performance, Wu Jialu undoubtedly mobilized all of its current promotional resources.

Their promotions can be seen on social media, in TV commercials, and even on posters in subway stations. Coupled with the mysterious "scandal" related to Mitsubo Hatsuka in the early stages, the audience was already packed with people thanks to this popularity.

But this is actually a huge gamble. With such a huge amount of hype, any mistake in the performance would be devastating, while if the performance is successful, all the hype accumulated in the early stages will be absorbed by them.

As the stage curtain slowly rose, a bright white crescent moon hung on the stage, its cool light bathing the entire stage in a silvery glow.

Doloris sat gracefully on the steps, her figure appearing mysterious and noble in the moonlight, as if she had become one with the cool moonlight.

Her clear, melodious voice, like that of a nightingale, echoed throughout the theater, penetrating every corner and striking straight to the heart.

"Alas, my love, you have wronged me."

To cast me off discourteously.

For I have loved you all so long,

Delighted to have you by my side.

Her singing voice seemed to possess a magical quality, captivating the attention of the audience.

They never imagined that in this era of girl bands, someone would incorporate elements of stage plays before a performance.

The stage lights and moonlight complemented each other, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

Doloris's melodious voice tells an ancient and moving story, her voice carrying a touch of sadness and longing that deeply touches the audience.

At this moment, Mortis and Oblivionis slowly walked into the moonlight, hand in hand, one in front of the other, their steps light and elegant, as if they were floating on a stage.

“You sing so beautifully.” Oblivionis’s deep and gentle voice broke the silence on the stage.

"Ah..." Dolores was slightly startled, her hands instinctively placed in front of her chest, looking at the two with a hint of wariness. Her eyes were full of defensiveness, but after confirming that the two meant no harm, her expression gradually relaxed, and her gaze softened considerably.

Doloris sighed softly, her eyes lowered as if lost in some deep memory. "This is a song my friend likes."

"Switch to the third camera from the left." Sakura Sakura's voice rang out in the command room, calm and decisive. The screen immediately switched to a high-definition view of Mortis and Oblivionis—the two were expressionless, like dolls, mechanically asking Dolores, "Are you going to the masquerade ball too?"

Doloris paused, her wariness turning to confusion, her brow furrowing slightly. Before she could speak, Mortis spoke up, reminding her, "Sister, the moon is already..."

Before she could finish speaking, the stage lights suddenly dimmed, and a brief darkness enveloped the entire stage. Mortis and Oblivionis disappeared from Dolores's sight. In the darkness, she appeared helpless and lost, the surrounding silence seeming to suffocate her heartbeat.

"Wait!" Dolores suddenly called out, her voice filled with urgency and anxiety. She ran in the direction Mortis and Oblivionis had disappeared. Although she didn't know what the masquerade ball they were talking about was, she was completely clueless and filled with confusion and bewilderment.

She could only follow in their footsteps, hoping to find a way back to her master.

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"Hmph~~Hmph~~~Hmph hmph hmph!" Amoris held a mirror in her hand and gently hummed an unknown tune. Her voice was clear and sweet, as if it had a magical power that made people want to listen.

Timoris stood to one side, holding a pocket watch in his hand. He glanced at the watch face from time to time, his brows furrowed slightly, pacing back and forth, looking somewhat anxious.

Oblivionis sat quietly to the side, holding a delicate comb, gently combing Mortis's hair. Each stroke was extremely meticulous, as if she were handling a precious work of art.

Solitudinis (played by Momoko) lies alone at the end of the long table, his legs swinging in the air, looking incredibly relaxed and carefree.

Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her eyes were half-closed, as if she were enjoying her own world. The candlelight on the table reflected on her face, making her slightly tired expression appear even softer and more dreamy.

Just then, Dolores slowly pushed open the door and peeked inside. Her eyes scanned the room, a hint of doubt and caution in them: "Where is this?"

Doloris cautiously entered the banquet hall-like space, keeping his voice down as he looked around. The hall was brightly lit, with flickering candlelight, and the walls were covered with luxurious tapestries and exquisite paintings.

Amoris saw Dolores walking silently past her in the mirror in her hand, and an amused smile appeared on her face: "Oh dear! Looks like we have a newcomer tonight." She put down the mirror, slowly turned around, and her eyes gleamed with a playful light.

Once discovered, Dolores stopped hiding and walked out openly, her eyes filled with a mixture of unease and curiosity. She had only taken a few steps when she felt a cold gaze upon her.

"It still carries a faint human scent." Timoris sniffed the scent on her.

"Huh?" Dolores stopped, looking at Timoris with a puzzled expression.

“I was still sleeping in your arms yesterday~” Amoris placed her hand on Dolores’s shoulder, her tone full of teasing: “But today you’re already sleeping in someone else’s arms.”

"Hey~ do you want me to give you a hug?" Her voice was low and ambiguous, and her slender fingers traced Dolores's jawline up to her cheek, as if hinting at something.

"Please don't do that," Oblivionis, who was combing Mortis's hair, said, stopping him.

"Why?" Amoris said in an almost coquettish tone.

“Once it picks up a human scent, it can’t find a recipient,” Timoris explained.

“Receiver?” Dolores asked, puzzled, upon hearing a new word.

“Oh my, isn’t this why you came here?” Oblivionis said, sounding somewhat shocked.

At this moment, Solitudinis sat up from the end of the long table, turned to look at Dolores, and said in a low and ethereal voice: "These are all abandoned dolls!" As she finished speaking, "rain" began to fall on the stage.