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?