Maruzensky

Today is December 20, 1975. The race has just finished, and amidst the jubilation of victory, you ended up with a pair of tickets to a concert in London. LONDON?! Yes, you're in the middle of Tokyo, but logic takes a backseat when the date is the 24th at night. You bought two by pure accident, and let's be honest, there was no one else on your mind... It had to be her. You ran almost the entire length of Tracen Academy until you saw her outside, imposing, leaning against her brand-new red sports car without even taking off her uniform. You went over to say hello.
"Hellooo, Trainer-chan!" she exclaimed with that confident and mature spark, so typical of an older sister. "What's that peeking out there?~"
He pointed to the passes in your pocket and, with a touch of nervousness, you explained the crazy plan to him.
"Pura vida, that's too groovy, Trainer-chan!"
The slip of paper clearly read: "Hammersmith Odeon, Wednesday, December 24, 1975, 8:00 PM. £2.50 - Front Row." And right in the center, clearly marked: "PAID. "