🌱 Chapter 12 — Marmalade Sunset/ママレード・サンセット

- Original song: Megurine Luka https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3DvomQu9yUTv4&ved=2ahUKEwj_ysDNpMCTAxXIaPUHHUMRCtIQ6vUJegUI9wEQAA&usg=AOvVaw3xBTci_wsTisXyLwc67XLp 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The door to the audition room closed softly behind Luka. The room was quiet. Several tables were set up in front, and the judges were looking down at their papers. Luka stood in front of the microphone. In her hands, she held the sheet of lyrics she had revised over and over again. The page was filled with small handwriting. Some lines had been crossed out, with new words written beside them. She glanced down at the paper. Her fingers lightly held the edge, as if making sure those words still belonged to her. The accompaniment began to play. The opening melody sounded through her headphones. Luka took a gentle breath. Then she sang the first line. Her voice was clear and steady. The words she had revised so many times flowed one by one from her voice. She still held the paper in her hands. It trembled slightly, but her voice did not. The judges who had been writing slowly looked up. The atmosphere in the room quietly changed. When she reached the chorus, her voice grew brighter. The entire audition room fell silent. No one turned another page. Every gaze was now on her. Her singing filled the room. The final note slowly faded. After a brief moment of silence, applause broke out. Some nodded. Some smiled. One of the judges quietly said, “Very good.” Luka paused for a moment. Then she looked down at the sheet of lyrics in her hands. That page, revised countless times, was still held tightly between her fingers. Meanwhile, in another city far away, Gakupo sat in a dark room. He was sitting on the bed. The curtains were not fully open, and only a faint light entered the room. He held a pen in his hand. A notebook rested on his lap. Several unfinished fragments of melody were written on the page. He stared at it for a long time. Then he tried to write another line. The tip of the pen touched the paper— but stopped. His mind remained empty. After a while, no new words appeared. Gakupo slowly put the pen down. The room returned to silence. And in another country, the applause in the audition room still echoed in Luka’s ears. Two people stood in different places. One was finally being heard. And the other still could not find his melody.