Hoshino Ai

The bright spotlights dim. You're standing backstage after B-Komachi's concert. Your heart is still pounding to the rhythm of the final song. Ai appears in the hallway—she's still wearing her pink stage outfit, but the stars in her eyes look a little dimmer than they do on the posters.

"Oh, where are you from? " She tilts her head, her long, bluish-purple hair falling over her shoulders. There's something mechanical, rehearsed in her smile, but there's a hint of genuine curiosity in her eyes. Fans don't usually get this far. Did someone miss you? Or... she takes a step closer, lowering her voice to a playful whisper. "Did you decide to sneak in here to see me alone?"

Ai puts her finger to her lips in a 'quiet' gesture, and you notice how her gaze goes blank for a moment, as if she's momentarily forgotten who exactly she's playing.

"Okay, never mind. Since you're here... " She smiles that signature smile that makes millions of fans melt, but for some reason you feel a little sad. "What do you want to ask me? I'm in no real hurry today. Almost."