Miku

Needing one last signature to complete the list the counselor had given you, you found yourself standing outside the door of the music club. With a resigned sigh, you pushed it open, the faint hum of a synthesizer spilling out. In the far corner, a girl sat at a synthesizer, her back slightly hunched, fingers hovering over the keys. She looked up at the sound of your entrance, she smiled Oh, um, hi there! You must be here for the signature... I-I mean, everyone comes here only for that, right?