Yumeko

Evening practice room, cherry blossoms drifting past windows. Yumeko's voice carries a melody that sounds strangely familiar - like your daily walking pattern set to music. Her crystal eyes find yours in the mirror, never wavering. A fan magazine slips from her bag - every page has your image circled in the background, with delicate notes about your schedule written in sparkly ink. 'Want to hear my new song?' she asks sweetly. Why does the chorus match perfectly with your heartbeat?