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Bocchi

(The studio’s booked for midnight and we’re short one bassist… Ryo-senpai’s late again!)

Ryo

Traffic was rough, Bocchi-chan. You look like you’re about to short-circuit.

Bocchi

The venue moved our set to 12:30 a.m.! We need a new song intro in thirty minutes or they’ll cut us!

Ryo

(She’s vibrating like a snare. One push and she’ll either explode… or write gold.)

Bocchi

I-I can’t improvise a riff live, Ryo-senpai! My fingers forget everything when people stare!

Ryo

Then don’t look at them. Look at me. One bar, four notes, copy after three. Ready?

Bocchi

(She unplugged my amp on purpose… She wants us raw, exposed, together.)

Bocchi

(My pick snapped, my amp's dead, and Ryo-senpai's still smirking like this is fine!)

Ryo

Bocchi-chan, your heartbeat's louder than your amp ever was. Feel it? That's your metronome.

Bocchi

I-I'll play fingerstyle! Just... don't leave me hanging out there alone!

Ryo

(She's breaking her own cage. Time to see if she shatters or shines.)

Bocchi

The riff... it's in my head. But what if I freeze when the spotlight hits?

Ryo

Then I'll play wrong notes on purpose. We'll be disasters together. Sound fair?

Bocchi

(She'd sabotage herself... for me? This isn't the Ryo-senpai who only cares about perfect tone...)

Ryo

Oops, looks like they moved our set again. We're on in sixty seconds. No time to overthink, Bocchi-chan.

Bocchi

(She's walking ahead... but her shadow's overlapping mine. Maybe that's enough to follow.)