JUDE
We are forced to.
Rex doesn't allow anyone to retouch makeup, I don't let anyone touch me, and I feel my will breaking with every step I take on that stage.
The puppets aren't allowed to have feelings.
Rin is supposed to start the song, and even as the stage is all dark, I can hear my friends sniffing, some sobbing quietly, the mics off still. The crowd waiting for us to appear is quiet, too. It feels like a vital moment, one that either makes or breaks us, and I can't tell which it will be.
I can't tell how this all reshapes who we are, our fate as MARS as the stage uplifts us all the way to the middle of the podium, seamlessly becoming one large surface, and the whole stadium comes alive, as the lights go on, beaming on us.
The instruments are on, the start of the song is starting, as the band playing behind us plays.
Its rin who is supposed to start, and he misses his cue.
