Chapter 23
HIIIIIIII PPL!!! Sorry i took so long to update, the chapters are getting harder and harder to write... and i've been busy lately too. Anyways, here's chapter 23.
Chapter 23
We managed to make it back to Finch Station in one piece. The part of the train we were in eventually got crowded on the way there, so we stopped talking for a bit, which was fine with me. I was still mad at him for tricking me like that, despite the fact I almost killed him.
We made it to my car. I pulled out my keys and unlocked the doors. We got into out seats and I started the engine. The atmosphere was so quiet, my car’s engine sounded like a huge roar (when really it wasn’t). I pulled out of the parking lot and made my way home.
The car ride was silent for the first 10 minutes but was interrupted by Hayato.
“Jennifer, I’m really sorry, okay?” he pleaded.
“Don’t distract the driver,” I lectured.
He gave out a frustrated sigh. “C’mon, it was just a joke. You were getting all serious again like at the tower… I didn’t want you breaking down like that in public again… I figured you wouldn’t want that, so I tried to lighten up the mood. I’m sorry.”
I gave out a sigh. He was right. I WAS going to make big fuss over his little scrape. I was going to make a big scene about how I’m such a troublesome friend and I don’t deserve him as a friend. “It’s not your fault,” I confessed.
Hayato looked at me with curiousity. “Hmm?”
I tried to talk to him as I continued to drive. “It’s just my character to be mad right now… you really scared me after I smacked your shoulder. My dad does it to me all the time, but in a meaner manner.
“He’d hide behind a door when he’d see me coming, and then he’d jump out and make me scream. I’d walk away stomping. So… the fact that you scared me like that… with you being hurt… and the fact that I hurt you… it just scared me and I got mad. So, I’m sorry for being stubborn.”
Hayato gave out a sigh. “It’s who you are, right? Thanks for opening up to me again.”
I was shocked and dumbfounded. I didn’t even realize I confessed another thing to him. It was becoming easier to talk to Hayato. It made me smile.
“Let’s put on some music,” he suggested and grabbed a burned, unlabeled CD I had in the compartment.
“No!” I yelled embarrassingly, but it was too late. Within seconds, one of MUSIKK’s songs were playing in my car’s stereo. There was an awkward pause between us. I gave an embarrassed look and continued driving.
“You really are a fan,” he chuckled.
“S-shut up!” I pouted. “So what if I like your songs, that’s good isn’t it?”
We were silent for a moment again and listened to the music play in the background. Hayato’s solo in one of the songs came up.
“I sound good, don’t I?” he smirked and looked at me.
I was too embarrassed to reply back, but I wasn’t going to lie. I just gave a small nod and if he saw it, then good for him.
Have you ever experienced one of those moments where there was a silence between two people while music on the radio would play and you both would be completely ignoring each other? Then, to pass the time of the awkward moment, you actually listen to the song? Afterwards, a certain part of the song playing would come on and you’d feel like singing along so you do so but then at the same time, the other person starts singing at the same time too?
Yeah, that just happened after a few seconds. We looked at each other and laughed. We broke out into song afterwards. We started to sing the song YOU. Hayato did his parts and Yuya’s as well (because I told him I can’t speak that fast and that I just don’t rap.). I did Ryuu’s parts and we’d do the chorus together. Sometimes, we’d do some harmonizing just for fun and to see if we could do it.
“Hey,” he commented, “You’re pretty good at singing.”
I blushed. “Of course I am! I’m Filipino! It’s in my blood to be able to sing… well… to keep my voice in tune at least.” When the next songs came in, we continued to sing along. Sometimes, other YE songs would play, but we both knew them all.
The atmosphere in the car lifted and we were having so much fun. The rest of the 15 minutes that were left in the car ride quickly flew by. I pulled up to my driveway and turned off the engine. We exited the car and walked up to my front door.
“I’m scared…” I confessed to him before I placed the key in the keyhole.
“Of what?” He turned around to look at me.
“… we said we’d only be gone for an hour but… we were gone for almost 4 hours… you know the others better than me; will my house be… destroyed?”
Hayato laughed and patted my back. “It’s still standing, isn’t it?”
I gave out a sigh. “Okay, let’s go.” I opened my door, revealing a still familiar paradoxical house. It was clean the way I left it earlier today, but at the same time messy with my family’s build up of storage. I sighed in relief.
“Oi! We’re home!” Hayato screamed out in Japanese. There was no answer.
“Where’d they go?” I asked him.
“Dunno,” he replied.
I went to the kitchen. To my surprise, all of the dishes we used earlier for the eggs and toast were cleared up. I found them drying by the sink. I smiled. “Less work for me~” I told myself.
Hayato ran into the kitchen. “They’re all in the basement,” he said.
We went downstairs. I swear to god, my basement had EVERYTHING to enjoy each member on their own. I found Miura playing with my N64.
“Yay~!” he shouted. He was playing Pokemon Stadium 2. I smirked at him. “I’ll win again!” he continued to cheer.
Uebo was at the big screen TV doing karaoke. My karaoke machine has different songs in various languages available. So, I wasn’t surprised to find him singing some Japanese songs that were installed in the karaoke machine.
Yuya and Matsumoto were watching TV in Yuya’s room. They looked really fascinated by the TV for some odd reason. I think it was because they were surprised by how different English TV was for Japanese, especially the commercials (not as interesting).
Ryuu was back on the sofa reading his book behind Uebo. Looking at everyone doing their own thing in my basement made me feel like I was in a frat house… I don’t know why. It’s like I was in a frat house full of boys and they invited me to live with them out of pity (like Sydney White), yet it was really the other way around. Interesting how things appear to be what they aren’t.
“Oi!” Hayato called, “We’re back.”
Everyone stopped what they were doing, even Ryuu. Miura paused his game and approached us.
“Welcome back!” he smiled. He gave me a huge bear hug and patted Hayato on the back. Hugging Miura seemed natural to me now, just like how holding Hayato’s hand was too. I hugged Miura back with no hesitation.
“Where’d you guys go?” Yuya asked.
“We went to pick up her car,” Hayato answered.
“Did you get anything to eat?” Matsumoto asked. “I’m starving!”
My jaw dropped. It was only then I realized how much time actually passed by. It was dinner time and I’m sure they didn’t eat anything because well… if they couldn’t figure out to eat for breakfast, how could they figure out dinner?
“Oh god!” I screamed as I buried my hands in my face. “I’m so sorry! I completely forgot about dinner! It’s almost 6 and dinner won’t be ready til 8! That’d take too long! Oh god!” I had subconsciously started to pace back and forth in a straight line and muttered to myself. I only noticed until I ended up walking into Ryuu, who was joining the rest of us at the foot of the stairs.
I looked up to see Ryuu’s face. Something about his face made me feel insignificant. “Sorry…” I said timidly, and looked back down.
Ryuu gave out a sigh and patted my head. “Be careful next time…” I looked up at him, surprised by how nice he was being. But what surprised me even more was what was on his face; a smile. Ryuu really was treating my like a little sister, that’s good enough for me.
“Hayato, what happened to your face?” he asked. My heart sank. Oh no… I thought to myself. I was about to answer but then Hayato answered for me.
“I walked into a door…” he said. I turned around to look at him. Hayato was acting as if it was natural for him to walk onto the door; running his fingers through his hair in an embarrassed manner with his other hand on his hip and giving a goofy smile.
“You what?” Ryuu asked in disbelief.
“Ran into a door… I slipped on ice and as I tried to regain my balance, I ran into the corner of a door.”
Yuya and Matsumoto started to laugh, while Miura was patting Hayato on the back (not sure why, possibly complimenting his stupidity?). Ryuu still looked like he was going to question Hayato, but Uebo interrupted.
“What’s that smell?” Uebo asked as he scrunched his face. Everyone else began to copy him, trying to smell what Uebo smelled. I smelled it too.
“IT’S HAYATO!” screamed Miura.
I walked up to Hayato and sniffed at his side. I immediately drew back afterwards with my hand on my nose and mouth. “It IS you!” I screamed.
Hayato looked at us with a blank expression. “Eh? I smell?” He rose his arms to smell himself but didn’t scrunch his face at all.
“Hayato,” Ryuu said, “You won’t be able to smell what we smell because YOU are the smell… go take a shower.” Ryuu covered his nose and furrowed his eyebrows in disgust.
Hayato looked slightly angry; everyone was ganging up on him, even me. I gave out a sigh, “C’mon Hayato, I’ll get your shower ready.” I walked over to him and grabbed his arm. We made our way up the stairs and to his room.
I could tell that Hayato was mad. I don’t think he appreciated everyone ganging up on him, especially me. But it was the truth though! He DID smell! There was an awkward silence between us. I didn’t want to break it, scared that Hayato might burst out at me in anger.
“Sorry… Hayato…” I said.
“Do I really smell?” he asked me in disbelief.
“Yes, Hayato,” I rolled my eyes, “you do.”
“But why?” he asked.
“Well, considering how you were practically lying on the station floor… why shouldn’t you smell?”
“Why didn’t you tell me I smelled sooner?”
“I didn’t even realize you did until Uebo pointed it out!” I yelled. It was actually true, I didn’t notice he stunk until someone pointed it out. After all, I was with him for the whole day, so I probably got used to the smell.
We continued to argue up the stairs until we got to his room.
“Do you need anything?” I asked him.
“I’m fine!” he yelled.
“What the hell?” I was so confused. “Why are you giving me so much attitude, Hayato?!” He was making me mad. “Is it because I ganged up on you with the others when we were telling you that you smelled? Well, what else could I do? Lie to you and say you didn’t? You really did! I honestly DID NOT realize you stunk until Uebo said it.”
“Why not?” he glared at me. His eyes were cold and it made me draw back.
“Well, I’ve been with you the whole day! Don’t you think I could’ve gotten used to the smell?”
Hayato didn’t answer back at me. He knew I had a point and couldn’t think of anything else to say to me. I gave out a frustrated sigh and ran my fingers through my hair (messing my hair up at the same time).
“You’re so-… tsk… GAHH! FORGET IT!” I screamed in frustration. “Do what you want, I don’t care! Don’t take your stupid shower if you don’t believe that you stink! I… I just don’t want us to be mad at each other over something stupid like this!”
I saw Hayato glance at me. “Everything you need is in the washroom, you can figure out where they are. I’m too angry to care,” I replied.
I turned around and was about to walk away and enter my room but was stopped by Hayato. He surprised me with a hug from the back and it made my heart beat fast. He held me tightly and put his head on my shoulder. I was about to turn around to face him, but his grasp on me was tight so I couldn’t move.
“Sorry…” he said in a quiet voice. “I don’t want us to fight either…”
I placed my hand on his arms, which were wrapped around my shoulders. My heart was beating fast and I was trying to calm down. My breathing was hard as well, but I was trying to control it. “Hayato…” I said, “Just… just take your shower, okay? I’ll leave a bathrobe at the foot of the washroom door for you.”
I felt his head nod on my shoulder and then he loosened his grip, allowing me to step away. When I was released from his arms, I didn’t even turn to look back at him. I just entered my room and closed the door right behind me.
I leaned on the door, looking up at my ceiling.
What the hell is going on? I thought to myself. I gave a small embarrassed laugh and a sigh at the same time. “I’m so stupid…” I whispered to myself, “But…” I placed my hand on my chest, feeling my heartbeat, which wasn’t calming down.
“Why…?” I asked myself, “Why is my heart beating so fast?” I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down but it didn’t work. Hayato’s face kept on appearing in my mind, making my heart beat faster.
I shot open my eyes. “Don’t be stupid!” I said to myself. “I can’t be… in love…I mean I… I just met him for 1 day! ARGH!”
I was so frustrated. I’ve never really fallen in love before, nor have I really felt any attraction to anybody near me. It’d always be a person I know I couldn’t have (a.k.a Idols, but that made sense because they were MEANT to be fallen for). I jumped on my bed and buried my face in the pillow to think.
“Hayato…” I whispered. “ARGH! I NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE!” I shot up from my bed, ignoring how dizzy I was when I sat up (from standing up too fast). I rushed to my cell phone.
“Who can I talk to…?” I contemplated with myself. “Mikki or Theresa…?” I continued to think whom I should call and would make the situation easier for me. But, my train of thought was lost when my phone rang in my hand, causing me to jump.
I looked at the caller ID; it was Mikki. “I guess that solves my question,” I smirked. I answered the phone.
“Konnichi wa wa Mikki-chan,” I sang.
“Konnichi wa? No way! It’s konban wa!” she replied.
I smiled. “Sorry, konban wa!”
I heard Mikki laugh on the other end. “Ne, Jen-chan,” she said, “Did you hear?”
“Eh? About… what?”
“Some fans spotted MUSIKK in Toronto.”
Chapter 23
We managed to make it back to Finch Station in one piece. The part of the train we were in eventually got crowded on the way there, so we stopped talking for a bit, which was fine with me. I was still mad at him for tricking me like that, despite the fact I almost killed him.
We made it to my car. I pulled out my keys and unlocked the doors. We got into out seats and I started the engine. The atmosphere was so quiet, my car’s engine sounded like a huge roar (when really it wasn’t). I pulled out of the parking lot and made my way home.
The car ride was silent for the first 10 minutes but was interrupted by Hayato.
“Jennifer, I’m really sorry, okay?” he pleaded.
“Don’t distract the driver,” I lectured.
He gave out a frustrated sigh. “C’mon, it was just a joke. You were getting all serious again like at the tower… I didn’t want you breaking down like that in public again… I figured you wouldn’t want that, so I tried to lighten up the mood. I’m sorry.”
I gave out a sigh. He was right. I WAS going to make big fuss over his little scrape. I was going to make a big scene about how I’m such a troublesome friend and I don’t deserve him as a friend. “It’s not your fault,” I confessed.
Hayato looked at me with curiousity. “Hmm?”
I tried to talk to him as I continued to drive. “It’s just my character to be mad right now… you really scared me after I smacked your shoulder. My dad does it to me all the time, but in a meaner manner.
“He’d hide behind a door when he’d see me coming, and then he’d jump out and make me scream. I’d walk away stomping. So… the fact that you scared me like that… with you being hurt… and the fact that I hurt you… it just scared me and I got mad. So, I’m sorry for being stubborn.”
Hayato gave out a sigh. “It’s who you are, right? Thanks for opening up to me again.”
I was shocked and dumbfounded. I didn’t even realize I confessed another thing to him. It was becoming easier to talk to Hayato. It made me smile.
“Let’s put on some music,” he suggested and grabbed a burned, unlabeled CD I had in the compartment.
“No!” I yelled embarrassingly, but it was too late. Within seconds, one of MUSIKK’s songs were playing in my car’s stereo. There was an awkward pause between us. I gave an embarrassed look and continued driving.
“You really are a fan,” he chuckled.
“S-shut up!” I pouted. “So what if I like your songs, that’s good isn’t it?”
We were silent for a moment again and listened to the music play in the background. Hayato’s solo in one of the songs came up.
“I sound good, don’t I?” he smirked and looked at me.
I was too embarrassed to reply back, but I wasn’t going to lie. I just gave a small nod and if he saw it, then good for him.
Have you ever experienced one of those moments where there was a silence between two people while music on the radio would play and you both would be completely ignoring each other? Then, to pass the time of the awkward moment, you actually listen to the song? Afterwards, a certain part of the song playing would come on and you’d feel like singing along so you do so but then at the same time, the other person starts singing at the same time too?
Yeah, that just happened after a few seconds. We looked at each other and laughed. We broke out into song afterwards. We started to sing the song YOU. Hayato did his parts and Yuya’s as well (because I told him I can’t speak that fast and that I just don’t rap.). I did Ryuu’s parts and we’d do the chorus together. Sometimes, we’d do some harmonizing just for fun and to see if we could do it.
“Hey,” he commented, “You’re pretty good at singing.”
I blushed. “Of course I am! I’m Filipino! It’s in my blood to be able to sing… well… to keep my voice in tune at least.” When the next songs came in, we continued to sing along. Sometimes, other YE songs would play, but we both knew them all.
The atmosphere in the car lifted and we were having so much fun. The rest of the 15 minutes that were left in the car ride quickly flew by. I pulled up to my driveway and turned off the engine. We exited the car and walked up to my front door.
“I’m scared…” I confessed to him before I placed the key in the keyhole.
“Of what?” He turned around to look at me.
“… we said we’d only be gone for an hour but… we were gone for almost 4 hours… you know the others better than me; will my house be… destroyed?”
Hayato laughed and patted my back. “It’s still standing, isn’t it?”
I gave out a sigh. “Okay, let’s go.” I opened my door, revealing a still familiar paradoxical house. It was clean the way I left it earlier today, but at the same time messy with my family’s build up of storage. I sighed in relief.
“Oi! We’re home!” Hayato screamed out in Japanese. There was no answer.
“Where’d they go?” I asked him.
“Dunno,” he replied.
I went to the kitchen. To my surprise, all of the dishes we used earlier for the eggs and toast were cleared up. I found them drying by the sink. I smiled. “Less work for me~” I told myself.
Hayato ran into the kitchen. “They’re all in the basement,” he said.
We went downstairs. I swear to god, my basement had EVERYTHING to enjoy each member on their own. I found Miura playing with my N64.
“Yay~!” he shouted. He was playing Pokemon Stadium 2. I smirked at him. “I’ll win again!” he continued to cheer.
Uebo was at the big screen TV doing karaoke. My karaoke machine has different songs in various languages available. So, I wasn’t surprised to find him singing some Japanese songs that were installed in the karaoke machine.
Yuya and Matsumoto were watching TV in Yuya’s room. They looked really fascinated by the TV for some odd reason. I think it was because they were surprised by how different English TV was for Japanese, especially the commercials (not as interesting).
Ryuu was back on the sofa reading his book behind Uebo. Looking at everyone doing their own thing in my basement made me feel like I was in a frat house… I don’t know why. It’s like I was in a frat house full of boys and they invited me to live with them out of pity (like Sydney White), yet it was really the other way around. Interesting how things appear to be what they aren’t.
“Oi!” Hayato called, “We’re back.”
Everyone stopped what they were doing, even Ryuu. Miura paused his game and approached us.
“Welcome back!” he smiled. He gave me a huge bear hug and patted Hayato on the back. Hugging Miura seemed natural to me now, just like how holding Hayato’s hand was too. I hugged Miura back with no hesitation.
“Where’d you guys go?” Yuya asked.
“We went to pick up her car,” Hayato answered.
“Did you get anything to eat?” Matsumoto asked. “I’m starving!”
My jaw dropped. It was only then I realized how much time actually passed by. It was dinner time and I’m sure they didn’t eat anything because well… if they couldn’t figure out to eat for breakfast, how could they figure out dinner?
“Oh god!” I screamed as I buried my hands in my face. “I’m so sorry! I completely forgot about dinner! It’s almost 6 and dinner won’t be ready til 8! That’d take too long! Oh god!” I had subconsciously started to pace back and forth in a straight line and muttered to myself. I only noticed until I ended up walking into Ryuu, who was joining the rest of us at the foot of the stairs.
I looked up to see Ryuu’s face. Something about his face made me feel insignificant. “Sorry…” I said timidly, and looked back down.
Ryuu gave out a sigh and patted my head. “Be careful next time…” I looked up at him, surprised by how nice he was being. But what surprised me even more was what was on his face; a smile. Ryuu really was treating my like a little sister, that’s good enough for me.
“Hayato, what happened to your face?” he asked. My heart sank. Oh no… I thought to myself. I was about to answer but then Hayato answered for me.
“I walked into a door…” he said. I turned around to look at him. Hayato was acting as if it was natural for him to walk onto the door; running his fingers through his hair in an embarrassed manner with his other hand on his hip and giving a goofy smile.
“You what?” Ryuu asked in disbelief.
“Ran into a door… I slipped on ice and as I tried to regain my balance, I ran into the corner of a door.”
Yuya and Matsumoto started to laugh, while Miura was patting Hayato on the back (not sure why, possibly complimenting his stupidity?). Ryuu still looked like he was going to question Hayato, but Uebo interrupted.
“What’s that smell?” Uebo asked as he scrunched his face. Everyone else began to copy him, trying to smell what Uebo smelled. I smelled it too.
“IT’S HAYATO!” screamed Miura.
I walked up to Hayato and sniffed at his side. I immediately drew back afterwards with my hand on my nose and mouth. “It IS you!” I screamed.
Hayato looked at us with a blank expression. “Eh? I smell?” He rose his arms to smell himself but didn’t scrunch his face at all.
“Hayato,” Ryuu said, “You won’t be able to smell what we smell because YOU are the smell… go take a shower.” Ryuu covered his nose and furrowed his eyebrows in disgust.
Hayato looked slightly angry; everyone was ganging up on him, even me. I gave out a sigh, “C’mon Hayato, I’ll get your shower ready.” I walked over to him and grabbed his arm. We made our way up the stairs and to his room.
I could tell that Hayato was mad. I don’t think he appreciated everyone ganging up on him, especially me. But it was the truth though! He DID smell! There was an awkward silence between us. I didn’t want to break it, scared that Hayato might burst out at me in anger.
“Sorry… Hayato…” I said.
“Do I really smell?” he asked me in disbelief.
“Yes, Hayato,” I rolled my eyes, “you do.”
“But why?” he asked.
“Well, considering how you were practically lying on the station floor… why shouldn’t you smell?”
“Why didn’t you tell me I smelled sooner?”
“I didn’t even realize you did until Uebo pointed it out!” I yelled. It was actually true, I didn’t notice he stunk until someone pointed it out. After all, I was with him for the whole day, so I probably got used to the smell.
We continued to argue up the stairs until we got to his room.
“Do you need anything?” I asked him.
“I’m fine!” he yelled.
“What the hell?” I was so confused. “Why are you giving me so much attitude, Hayato?!” He was making me mad. “Is it because I ganged up on you with the others when we were telling you that you smelled? Well, what else could I do? Lie to you and say you didn’t? You really did! I honestly DID NOT realize you stunk until Uebo said it.”
“Why not?” he glared at me. His eyes were cold and it made me draw back.
“Well, I’ve been with you the whole day! Don’t you think I could’ve gotten used to the smell?”
Hayato didn’t answer back at me. He knew I had a point and couldn’t think of anything else to say to me. I gave out a frustrated sigh and ran my fingers through my hair (messing my hair up at the same time).
“You’re so-… tsk… GAHH! FORGET IT!” I screamed in frustration. “Do what you want, I don’t care! Don’t take your stupid shower if you don’t believe that you stink! I… I just don’t want us to be mad at each other over something stupid like this!”
I saw Hayato glance at me. “Everything you need is in the washroom, you can figure out where they are. I’m too angry to care,” I replied.
I turned around and was about to walk away and enter my room but was stopped by Hayato. He surprised me with a hug from the back and it made my heart beat fast. He held me tightly and put his head on my shoulder. I was about to turn around to face him, but his grasp on me was tight so I couldn’t move.
“Sorry…” he said in a quiet voice. “I don’t want us to fight either…”
I placed my hand on his arms, which were wrapped around my shoulders. My heart was beating fast and I was trying to calm down. My breathing was hard as well, but I was trying to control it. “Hayato…” I said, “Just… just take your shower, okay? I’ll leave a bathrobe at the foot of the washroom door for you.”
I felt his head nod on my shoulder and then he loosened his grip, allowing me to step away. When I was released from his arms, I didn’t even turn to look back at him. I just entered my room and closed the door right behind me.
I leaned on the door, looking up at my ceiling.
What the hell is going on? I thought to myself. I gave a small embarrassed laugh and a sigh at the same time. “I’m so stupid…” I whispered to myself, “But…” I placed my hand on my chest, feeling my heartbeat, which wasn’t calming down.
“Why…?” I asked myself, “Why is my heart beating so fast?” I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down but it didn’t work. Hayato’s face kept on appearing in my mind, making my heart beat faster.
I shot open my eyes. “Don’t be stupid!” I said to myself. “I can’t be… in love…I mean I… I just met him for 1 day! ARGH!”
I was so frustrated. I’ve never really fallen in love before, nor have I really felt any attraction to anybody near me. It’d always be a person I know I couldn’t have (a.k.a Idols, but that made sense because they were MEANT to be fallen for). I jumped on my bed and buried my face in the pillow to think.
“Hayato…” I whispered. “ARGH! I NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE!” I shot up from my bed, ignoring how dizzy I was when I sat up (from standing up too fast). I rushed to my cell phone.
“Who can I talk to…?” I contemplated with myself. “Mikki or Theresa…?” I continued to think whom I should call and would make the situation easier for me. But, my train of thought was lost when my phone rang in my hand, causing me to jump.
I looked at the caller ID; it was Mikki. “I guess that solves my question,” I smirked. I answered the phone.
“Konnichi wa wa Mikki-chan,” I sang.
“Konnichi wa? No way! It’s konban wa!” she replied.
I smiled. “Sorry, konban wa!”
I heard Mikki laugh on the other end. “Ne, Jen-chan,” she said, “Did you hear?”
“Eh? About… what?”
“Some fans spotted MUSIKK in Toronto.”