Chisako swallowed nervously, even though the performance hadn't even started, she felt as if she had already lost half the battle.
She stole a glance at Sahui, whose crystalline eyes were fixed unwaveringly on the stage, her breathing slightly rapid.
"Even Sahui gets nervous?" After thinking this, Chisako gave a wry smile. Nervousness was human nature, of course.
At that moment, the beautiful girl with the surname Kiyono waved her baton, and the deep, chilly music wove into a winter melody, flowing peacefully through the venue.
As Chisako was immersed, the hand she held with Sahui suddenly tightened, and with it, the instruments on stage abruptly fell silent.
With most people setting down their instruments, the guy who claimed to be a fan of Sahui stood up.
"Here it comes!" Chisako held her breath.
When the first note emanated from the black woodwind, it struck Chisako's forehead like a heavy punch, a gentle tone shaking the air, piercing through her eardrums.
