[color=6ecff6][b]SOU MIYANE[/b][/color] - Southern District: Galaxy[hr]
Even if the concert had been a cacophony of same-rhythmed rabble, it was difficult to forget the boy before her. Dissonant piercings, striking hair. The type of look she and Daehyun fawned over in their youth, when that punk-emo stuff was all the rage.

No wonder he liked the kid.

A wince cut through the façade when Yuudai used the stage name, noticeable for a more excruciating second when he mentioned the ‘earlier works’. She covered with a quick bow of her own.

[color=6ecff6]“Oh, thank you. They’re…”[/color]

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[i]Yujin rapped on the doorframe, raising an eyebrow at the scene inside.

[b]“<<What’s with her?>>”[/b]

Sooyoung stopped prodding the sullen mass under the blanket. Miyane could hear her trying to suppress her grin.

[b]“<<They just made her listen to the next title track.>>”[/b]

[color=6ecff6]“<<I’m MOURNING,>>”[/color] Miyane shrieked from her fortress of solitude, the other two girls soon choking from laughter.
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[color=6ecff6]“They’re certainly classics,”[/color] she chuckled gracefully.

Her smile was far too stiff.