The concert was mostly back under control by the time she got there, though several people had left. Utau was singing again though there were security guards on stag, and no more weird darkness. She really did have a good voice. What she didn't have, anymore, were the little black batwings that had been on her back. Amu and them were back in their seats, whispering to each other as they watched, glancing around occasionally.
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Date: 2019-05-05 05:18 am (UTC)