The stream screen displayed the completed playback of the music video for Faded Staccato.
In the top right corner, the chat window was scrolling at a dizzying speed.

And in the previously empty bottom-right corner...

Shfftt.

“…Thank you. I’m glad you think I sang well.”

Diah’s avatar reappeared, wearing her usual youthful smile, though her voice was now slightly calmer.
Maybe that’s why...

• Mom, when I grow up, I want to be like Diah! Mom, when I grow up, I want to be like Diah! Mom, when I grow up, I want to be like Diah!
• Diah, …