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Miku stared at the thriving, bright audience infront of her. Panting, yet delighted and satisfied, she did a final bow and bid farewell to the thousands of fans that had cheered her on; As they always did. As they always had.She approached the backstage area, carefully choosing a couch before not-so-carefully and very much not so elegantly collapsing onto one with a loud groan. Her bones ached from the physically demanding performance (she had to do a god damn cartwheel at some point, courtesy of Rin.) as she huffed out a long sigh.Miku looked around a bit, she had seen this area so many times, and each time felt different. A mellow, calm show always made it seem like a bitter end, and despite how much she loved to perform, a long energetic performance would always be appreciatedly ended by this very place. The makeup table, the worn and torn couches, the not-so-pretty tech equipment; it all quietly mingled together in this dark, dim room. And that all had it's own charm, being honest.Rin soon followed after, collapsing next to her aswell. She quickly grabbed a soda from God knows when from the minifridge next to them. Orange soda, as always."...Rin-rin..." Miku panted out. "Why...Did you decide on the cartwheel last minute? How can you torment me like this so easily?!" She dramatically whined, Rin scoffed in response and took a long, drawn out sip. "You drink as if you pay the dang rent!" Miku pouted."Listen, Miku, you can't lie, it was cool as heck!" She seemed so proud of herself. Smug, even. "Besides, we wrapped up the whole choreography pretty nice anyway. Why care for it now after all is said and done?" She glanced at the teal haired singer next to her."So you don't pull that crap again!" She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'm not mad at you, it's just annoying!...""Mm." Rin replied simply. Gee, what intuitive feedback. "Kay, will keep that in mind." She took another sip.