Do I really have a thing for female voice actors?

She would steal glances at him as he quietly played the piano and composed music.

I wish I could turn into a CD burner and completely engrave his profile and voice into my heart.

“Hey, Tazaki-kun.”

"Ok?"

“Christmas is just around the corner,” she suddenly said.

Tazaki Toru thought for a moment: "Right away?"

"There's only one month left, isn't that almost it?"

"How about we invite Rin-chan to help us decorate the house then?"

Miss Aoki blinked her charming eyes, constantly radiating gentle emotions.

"Go to Don Quixote in front of the station and buy a Santa Claus costume."

She looked Tazaki Toru up and down, her expression thoughtful as if she were considering what size to buy for him.

"Do you need me to dress up as Santa Claus?" Toru Tazaki asked.

"If Tazaki-kun doesn't want to, I can dress up as him. At night, I'll climb down the chimney into your bedroom, and remember to hang your socks by the bed."

"I still prefer to keep my socks in the closet."

Tazaki Toru's answer made Aoki Hina giggle.

If someone else had said this, she might have thought they were being insensitive.

Incredibly, once it came from Tazaki Toru's mouth, Aoki Hina found it incredibly interesting from the bottom of her heart, as if it were the most wonderful words in the world.

Just like in comics and novels, when facing someone you like, no matter what they do or say, you will have a self-hypnotic state of mind.

It's truly amazing.

Before meeting Toru Tazaki, Hina Aoki never imagined that she would one day become such a delusional and hysterical girl.

No wonder Miss Yang Gong is so obsessed with shoujo manga; I can no longer secretly laugh at her for being childish.

"Christmas..."

"Huh? Does Tazaki-kun already have plans for Christmas?"

Aoki Hina's expression remained unchanged, but her voice paused slightly. Her watery eyes reflected Tazaki Toru's figure, staring intently, as if afraid he would say something.

"Christmas should be a time of leisure."

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "What? I thought a girl would invite you to spend Christmas with me."

Upon hearing this, Toru Tazaki replied, "It's a real shame, but the girls I've come into contact with so far all have very strict rules from their agencies."

"It's quite rare to see Tazaki-kun make such a witty remark."

"Is that considered a witty remark?"

"It counts in my opinion."

Tazaki Toru smiled faintly but did not respond.

Aoki Hina also understood that among the "girls" Tazaki Toru mentioned, there was also Aoki Hina.

But Hina Aoki didn't care.

If the Crown Prince can do it, why can't the Second Prince?

Don't ask, the answer is that even the Crown Prince did it.

After a long time, Aoki Hina spent time with Tazaki Toru in the music room. Without Tachibana Rin as a third wheel, she was happier than ever.

She certainly enjoyed the time spent with the three of them, but she was equally captivated by being alone with Tazaki Toru like this.

If it weren't for the fact that Tazaki Toru came home a little late tonight, and she had to get up early tomorrow to report to the agency, she would have loved to play the piano for him all night long.

She hopes that one day, she won't have to convey her feelings for him subtly through music, but will be able to say it herself.

And that day may be in the not-too-distant future.

……

……

The next day.

11 month 28 number.

Tazaki Toru left early and took the train with the two female voice actresses, parting ways midway.

Hina Aoki and Rin Tachibana went to the agency, while Toru Tazaki went to the recording studio.

If all goes well, today will likely be that girl's final battle.

Tazaki Toru wants to witness her success or failure.

Upon arriving at the recording studio, a signboard I'd seen countless times stood at the entrance.

The sixth audition for "Sankazuchi," the lead singer of the band Ave Mujica.

220. *Black Birthday*

Beep beep beep...

Beep beep beep...

The alarm clock rang, and the phone showed 6:30 a.m.

It was the time when I was usually still asleep.

I had already finished washing up and getting dressed before the alarm clock went off.

Last night, I was determined to go to bed early and get up early to conserve my energy, but I still couldn't fall asleep until 2 a.m.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I checked my appearance for the third time.

Fortunately, she looks pretty good.

She turned up the collar to double-check that the tag on her newly bought long dress had been properly removed.

The girl in the mirror had an ordinary appearance, was short, and had unfamiliar makeup and hair color.

it's me.

Sasaki Riko.

Open the guitar case, pick up the guitar that has been properly maintained, and strum the strings.

Even though I checked it many times last night, I'm still not at ease.

It was as if I was afraid that some god might play a prank and secretly cast a wicked spell while I was asleep, turning it into something else.

I don't pray for divine protection; I just hope he won't cause me any trouble.

I have done this kind of thing, praying to gods and Buddhas, many times, but they rarely respond to me.

Or perhaps there are many other people in the world who need divine intervention more than I do.

But today, I am unwilling to place my hopes on something vague and unrealistic.

I just want to believe in myself, and believe in what that person gave me.

The Song of Birth.

He picked up his violin case, put on his platform shoes, and looked back at the empty room.

As if to encourage myself, I spoke softly:

I'm going out.

The tram rattled along, and I leaned against the handrail, the song playing on repeat in my Bluetooth headphones.

Fingers tapped rhythmically, sequined nails lightly tapping the stainless steel handrail.

This should be my sixth audition.

To date, I have never auditioned for any role so many times.

They are often eliminated in the first or second round.

This had long been the norm for Riko Sasaki.

To be honest, after participating in the third round, I had no expectations left.

I only auditioned for this role because of my agent's persuasion.

The audition criteria included a "recommended age" section, and for that kind of project, I seemed to be slightly over the age limit.

It's a strange rule that a 20-year-old girl will eventually become 21, 22...

After exiting the station, I stood alone in front of a bakery, subconsciously fiddling with my bangs in front of the glass window.

The girl reflected in the mirror had striking short, golden hair, and her long black dress made her look even more lifeless.

Isn't this hair color a bit too flashy?

Is it unlucky to wear black?

I'm such an idiot, why did I do so much unnecessary stuff?

There's still some time before the audition starts. Is it too late to go home and change clothes now?

Now that things have come to this, I actually regret dyeing my hair blonde, and I've even become stage-frightened, and I can't help but want to back out.

in case……

If someone fails the audition, will they really bury this song forever?

Such a wonderful piece of music, yet I, a girl, have to bear the burden of it.

This sense of responsibility became my motivation, but it also felt like a huge boulder pressing on my shoulders, making it hard for me to breathe.

Now that we've come this far, why are you starting to worry unnecessarily?

Am I really not cut out to be a band's lead singer?

Suddenly, these random thoughts swirling in my mind were gradually dispelled by the rousing drumbeats coming from my headphones.