Io: Setsuna, as soon as I open the door, we’re going to make a dash for it. Are you ready?
Setsuna: Yep, okay. Touma-san? Haruki-kun? Are you two all good?
Kazusa: I’m gonna go later, once it’s quieted down. I’m not stupid enough to try to travel with a typhoon.
Setsuna: What? Come on…
Haruki: I’ll go with you. My mission now is to see that the typhoon makes it safely out of Japan.
Setsuna: I guess I’m happy to hear that, but you’re still treating me like a typhoon…
Haruki: Anyway, here, Setsuna, put on my uniform. (he takes off his jacket.) It’s a little sweaty, but it’s better than nothing.
Setsuna: Ha! My reward for all my hard work! I’ll take it!
(she puts the jacket on.)
Haruki: N-no, don’t react like that. You’re supposed to be more reluctant about it…
Io: Will you two quit flirting and go? (she turns the door handle and looks out.) …Ah.
Setsuna: All right, one, two—
Io: Sorry, Setsuna, it’s too late for that.
(Io opens the door. There is a crowd of students clamoring outside.)
Male student 1: Hey, there they are!
Female student: Setsuna! You were so good! That was amazing!
Male student 2: Ogiso-san, look over here! Oh, not directly, just a little to the left!
Tomo: H-hey, me first!
Male student 3: Hey, no, don’t push! I said, no pushing!
Io: I think that’s our line! We’re going back to class, so get out of the way!
Setsuna: Whoa! What’s going on?
Haruki: I don’t want to think about how many layers of people there are here…
Female student 2: Io! Come on, just one picture! Just one! Can’t you take one picture of me with Setsuna?
Male student 4: Wait, seriously? Seriously?!
Male student 5: No fair! I was the first one at the door!
Haruki: Hang on, there’s still another performance happening! Why don’t you guys go back to your seats, instead of hanging around here?!
Io: You’re not gonna get through to them now. Haruki, hide Setsuna behind your back.
Haruki: Huh? L-like this? Setsuna, hang onto my shoulders.
Setsuna: A schoolboy’s back! Oh, it’s been so long!
Haruki: Don’t remind me. I’m sweating already and we haven’t even started running.
Io: I’ll find out what kind of embarrassing backstory there is for that later. For now, I’ll take up the rear. We’ll break through this as Setsuna’s front and rear guards.
Haruki: What, are we pretending to be a train?
Setsuna: Schoolboy! Schoolboy! Onward!
(they set out into the crowd.)
Haruki: We’re getting mixed in, Setsuna…
Female student 3: Ah, wait! Wait, I said!
Male student 3: I told you, no pushing! Cut it out!
(Haruki pushes through the throng.)
Haruki: All right, out of the way, out of the way! Wait, Setsuna, are you okay?
Setsuna: Yeah. With you mowing everybody down, Haruki-kun, I’m just fine.
Haruki: (laughs awkwardly) Frankly, I’m terrified to come to school tomorrow morning.
Setsuna: (giggles) It’s like we’re two celebrities being chased around by reporters!
Haruki: How can you possibly look at this situation as something appealing?
Setsuna: (putting on the voice of a reporter) Kitahara-san! Setsuna-san! What’s the true story behind those photos in that weekly magazine of you two having a sleepover date?
Haruki: (playing along) We’re friends!
Setsuna: (continuing the part) We were together all of last night, from evening to morning, but we’re juuuust friends.
Haruki: Don’t say such risky things, Setsuna-san. You never know who might be listening.
Setsuna: In a buzz like this? Nobody’s going to hear it at all.
Haruki: You can’t keep up that stage energy forever. Hurry up and come back to reality.
Setsuna: Oh, you’re no fun! There’s nothing wrong with going a little crazy today! I mean, I didn’t sleep a wink last night.
Haruki: Yes, you did. You and Touma both left me behind and slept for like half an hour.
Setsuna: If you’re going to keep being mean to me, I’m just going to get more and more stubborn.
Haruki: No, stop. Stop already.
Setsuna: (pretending to continue talking to the reporter) Um, well, the truth is, we have begun a serious relationship—
Haruki: Nobody’s listening.
Setsuna: Right now, when you don’t know who might hear?
Io: As for me, I can hear every word.
Haruki: You don’t have to tell me that. I’m so embarrassed I want to die…!
Setsuna: (laughs, then painfully whispers:) I love you…
(Kazusa watches from a distance. Chikashi approaches her.)
Chikashi: If you’re that jealous, you should have gone with them.
Chikashi: Hey. Good work, Touma.
Chikashi: You were really cool out there. I had no idea you were so incredibly talented. Well, I knew there were rumors, but… Let me tell you, though, I was stunned when you pulled out the sax. And then the bass, on top of that… You really can do everything. It’s like you’re on a different level genetically from the rest of us.
Chikashi: You don’t have to be so cold. We’re classmates.
Kazusa: I’m not…
Chikashi: So, what’s going on out there is eating you.
Kazusa: No, it’s not!
Chikashi: You can stop acting like such a lone wolf, seriously. You’re a full-fledged, imposing member of the Light Music Club now.
Kazusa: I seem to recall you were being a lone wolf before.
Chikashi: Huh? When was that?
Kazusa: First term. You got all sulky because you didn’t like being picked by a member of the athletic festival committee.
Chikashi: …You remember something that stupid, from more than half a year ago?
Kazusa: I thought you and Kitahara were in some kind of huge fight, but then you rolled over within a week…
Chikashi: What? Are you saying Haruki domesticated me? I could say the same for you.
Kazusa: I’m not like you. I don’t get influenced so easily by that idiot’s stupid lectures.
Chikashi: Huh? I don’t see why there’s anything wrong with that.
Kazusa: What’s good about it? Anyway, I said I’m not being influenced.
Chikashi: Actually, I’d say he’s influenced us both, in a good way.
Chikashi: Honestly, you were unbelievably cool today, Touma. I think a lot of people are looking at you in a new way now. That’s a good thing for you, and for everybody around you. Could be Haruki’s influence. What do you have to complain about?
Kazusa: Don’t be ridiculous. Nothing has changed about me, or anyone around me. Who exactly would be looking at me in a different way?
Chikashi: Well, if you look behind you, for example…
Kazusa: Seriously, what are you talking about?
(two girls approach from behind Kazusa. She turns and sees them.)
Female student 1 (Yuri): U-um, Touma-senpai!
Yuri: Ah! It’s really you! I told you it was Kazusa-senpai, Yako!
Kazusa: Really me…?
Female student 2 (Yako): I’m sorry. She’s always admired you, Touma-senpai, so she’s ecstatic over finally being able to meet you.
Kazusa: Huh? Whoa, wait.
Yako: We’re in the music department. We’re first-years, so we’re two years below you, but…
Kazusa: Music department…?
Yuri: U-um, I was in the audience for the competition in the spring two years ago. I saw your performance, Touma-senpai.
Chikashi: Two years ago? That was when you won overall at the national level.
Yuri: It made a really deep impression on me! I was playing piano, too! I mean, of course, I’m still playing it, but, that’s why I can understand just how amazing you are! Ahh, I’m not making any sense now, but… Anyway, if you’re going to college, you just have to go to Houjou University!
Kazusa: But, that… When I was playing the piano then…
Yuri: But, but… even after I worked so hard, worked and worked and finally made it into the Houjou High music department, I couldn’t find you anywhere, Touma-senpai.
Yuri: (starting to get emotional:) I heard that you’d moved to the general education department, that you’d given up the piano, but I couldn’t understand why. Why you would stop when you’re so awesome at it…
Kazusa: Well, I, I…
Chikashi: A lot has gone on. Don’t attack her.
Yako: I’m sorry. Anyway, you see how much this girl lavishes on you, so she’s been out of sorts for the past half a year.
Yuri: B-but you played today, like this. You haven’t given up on music.
Kazusa: This was just for fun. I don’t… My piano-playing is…
Yuri: Maybe so, maybe it was just for fun, but I was so happy! Really, really happy! This was what I was aiming for!
Yuri: Ah, I’m sorry! I… I don’t know what I’m saying …
Kazusa: Why are you… apologizing…?
Chikashi: Come on, let’s leave off this heavy conversation here. You’ve finally reunited, so this is a happy thing, you know? Make it a happy thing.
Yako: Y-yes, of course. The two of us are members #1 and #2 of your fanclub, Touma-senpai!
Chikashi: That’s right. So, why don’t we take a commemorative photo to celebrate the formation of your fanclub? How about it, Touma?
Kazusa: Huh? W-well, I…
Kazusa: If… if you really want to be photographed with someone like me…
Yuri: Th-thank you so much!
Chikashi: Awesome. Okay, line up over here. (they line up for their photo.) Hey, not so stiff. Smile, smile. Come on, Touma, at least, put your arm around her shoulders.
Kazusa: Huh? Um… like this?
(she wraps her arm around Yuri’s shoulders. Yuri is beside herself.)
Yako: Wow! You’re so lucky, Yuri! Senpai, senpai, do me next!
Kazusa: Oh… Sure.
Female student 3: Me next, me next!
(the other students notice the photos being taken and start clamoring for a turn.)
Male student 1: Hey, looks like we can get a picture with her.
Male student 2: Look, the line’s over here. No cutting!
Male student 3: Oh, hey, it’s that girl who played the keyboard!
Male student 4: Hey, where are we supposed to line up?
Male student 5: Stay in order this time. No pushing, guys!
(Chikashi addresses the group.)
Chikashi: Yes, that’ll be 500 yen per person. No using your own camera. All rights regarding the use of the performers’ likenesses are managed by the festival executive committee.
(Tomo’s friends wait for her.)
Tomo’s friend 1: Where’s Tomo?
Tomo’s friend 2: She’s still…
Tomo’s friend 1: Still? After half an hour? Come on, I want to go and look around other places, too…
Tomo’s friend 2: Honestly. That girl just runs from extreme to extreme…
(sounds of set being broken down. A student approaches Takeya.)
Female student 1: Hey, Iizuka-kun, have you seen our club head?
Takeya: Seno? Why do you expect me to know where she is?
Female student 1: You’re in the same class, right? And anyway, when it comes to girls, I always think of you first, Iizuka-kun.
Takeya: I don’t know. I’m just a commoner, so I’m not in the habit of waiting on the queen.
Female student 1: Where could she be…? She’s like a kite with its string cut.
(she walks off.)
Takeya: (sighs) Sheesh…
(Io approaches Takeya.)
Io: Good work today. I’ll help you clean up.
Takeya: Hey, come on. It’s like you figured out exactly when I’d be almost done and decided to show up then.
Io: No complaining. I have my own class program to worry about.
Takeya: The Taisho-era café? Is Setsuna-chan gonna be there, dressed like that? What’s it like?
Io: There’s an hour-and-a-half wait. The crowd is already huge.
Takeya: Whoa, damn. I wanted to go…
Io: Well, it may not be a Taisho-era setting, but if you want coffee, I’ve got some here.
Takeya: Oh, thanks.
(he takes the can and opens it.)
Io: It’s looking pretty desolate here now. Just a little earlier, it was so full of people and noise…
Takeya: That’s what the end of a festival looks like.
Io: I’m glad, though. I think we can safely call this a massive success.
Io: One of the girls in my class said there were more people than there were for the drama club in the morning. Like a legend overwriting another legend. Well, since the Light Music Club was doing this for fun, to the serious drama club, it might have been a lot to take… (pause.) What’s up, Takeya?
Takeya: A massive success… right?
Io: That’s what I’ve been saying the whole time.
Takeya: Setsuna-chan just… sparkled.
Io: That girl really has got something.
Takeya: Touma’s look and playing were both perfect.
Io: She must have gained about a hundred new fans.
Takeya: And Haruki completely outdid himself, too.
Io: I can’t believe he didn’t make a single mistake. Even he’s got some talent, apparently. Well, I don’t know how many new fans he made, but anyway…
Takeya: …What have I been doing?
Takeya: Setting up, fiddling around with synths, then just gawking as they performed. That’s all…
Io: Hey, you…
Takeya: I know. I brought this on myself by breaking up the club halfway through. And anyway, with members like that, all I could hope to do was work behind the scenes.
Io: It’s mainly a problem with personal relationships, rather than ability, then.
Takeya: I was… so damn jealous, though. Jealous of Haruki for standing up there in the spotlight and playing guitar, even though he was so slow to pick it up—even more than I was jealous of him for being surrounded by those two gorgeous girls. (pause.) In my head, I understood it. They were serious, so I supported them seriously.
Io: Yeah, the arrangement wasn’t bad at all. You’re the head of the club for a reason.
Takeya: How would you know that, practically speaking?
Io: Sorry. I’m just sports-oriented!
Takeya: The audience liked it, and I had fun, so I’m satisfied. But… man, when you divide everything into above and below the stage like this… It’s a lot, y’know? (pause.) That’s all. Anyway, this conversation is over. It’s over, so don’t tell anybody about it, you hear me?
Io: You really…
Takeya: I said it’s over.
Io: The way you worry over Haruki this much… You really love him a lot more than I realized.
Takeya: I don’t take the words “best friend” lightly.
Io: Of course, the word “girlfriend” is enough to send you up into space.
Takeya: Eh, I won’t deny that.
(Takeya gathers up his things.)
Takeya: Anyway, that’s all. Let’s get going. (he starts to walk, then stops when he sees that Io isn’t moving.)…Huh? Io, if we don’t leave now, we’ll get locked out.
Io: Listen, Takeya…
Io: Why don’t we extend our closing party a little bit? In celebration of the unsung heroes of this legendary show.
Takeya: So, stop in at a diner on the way home, or something?
Io: Actually… our class’s café will be closing soon, so why don’t we do it there? They’ve got tea and sweets, at least.
Takeya: After closing time?
Takeya: …Just the two of us?
Io: Y-yeah, I guess.
Takeya: (impishly) …Will you treat me like we’re in a Taisho-era novel?
Io: Yes, yes, schoolboy, don’t get carried away. (she shoves him.)