Quoted By:
Footsteps (translated)
I'm your Mori, I hope you won't forget me!
Ninomae Ina'nis, who normally doesn't enjoy the crowded space, the stifling air and the high-decibel sound vibrations, was delighted by the last sustain of the electric guitar and a cheer erupted from the stage. But she also loves it when Mori sings passionately on stage, bouncing her long hair around and smiling wildly. It makes the music so much more pleasing to the ear, and her happy face gives her an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
So she totally understands what the fans and girls on stage are screaming (or crying) for.
Although there was still another show, part of the crowd started to move out and she turned in a different direction from the others at the exit.
Today's venue was bigger, with different stages performing at the same time, and it was a music festival, so she almost got lost when she entered through the entrance. There were several bands on the posters outside the building, and she paused at one of them, Mori's face which caught her attention and wondered when they had taken a nice group photo, with the light and shadow distribution and Mori Calliope in the center.
Ina noticed a group of about five or six people talking to the manager and heard them talking excitedly about the band's fan club - were they serious? Ina won't forget her drawings, as the band didn't have any usable images at the time, and she made a sketch that was commissioned for the cover.
To be held and treated like a treasure - Ina suddenly felt a small sense of accomplishment for Mori and for her work being loved.
She stopped at a distance, as Mori was taller in her thick-soled shoes, and noticed from a distance that she had pink hair and the satisfaction of having just finished a show. Ina didn't miss the moment when the fans' exclaims caught her eye, and her face looked both happy and shy.
Ooooops.
So cute, Ina thought silently.
Ina's cell phone shook twice.
She looked back from the little picture book in her hand and checked the screen.
