Oshi no Ko: The Maestro

Chapter 17: Blossoms of Love: A Night of Enchantment

The anticipation in the air was palpable as the grand New National Theatre in Japan bustled with excitement. It was the night of the highly anticipated play, "Blossoms of Love," and the entire theatre was abuzz with eager theatregoers. The marquee outside the building illuminated the night sky with bright letters announcing the play that had captured the hearts of many.

Inside the majestic lobby, the soft hum of chatter filled the air as people of all ages and backgrounds gathered, their faces lit up with enthusiasm. The theatre was filled with an eclectic mix of patrons, from sophisticated theatre enthusiasts in tailored suits and elegant dresses to young, wide-eyed students clutching their tickets with glee.

The aroma of freshly popped popcorn and sweet pastries wafted from the concessions stand, enticing the crowd to indulge in some pre-show treats. The tinkling sound of glasses and cutlery clinking blended with the soft melody of classical music, creating a pleasant ambience that complemented the excitement of the occasion.

Hiroshi stood amidst the bustling crowd, observing the vibrant scene. Dressed in a sharp, tailored suit, he leaned against a pillar, casually sipping on a glass of sparkling water as he watched the theatregoers with amusement.

As he glanced around at the sea of eager faces, Hiroshi couldn't help but be amazed at the turnout for "Blossoms of Love." With a playful smirk, he mused to himself, "Looks like love and drama never go out of style, eh?"

Leaving the bustling lobby behind, Hiroshi made his way through the backstage area of the New National Theatre. The atmosphere backstage was a stark contrast to the elegance of the front of the house. Here, it was a whirlwind of organized chaos as the staff hurriedly prepared for the highly anticipated play.

He could see crew members rushing back and forth, adjusting props and sets, ensuring everything was in its right place. The dressing rooms were abuzz with actors and actresses, some sitting still while their makeup was being applied, and others pacing as they ran through their lines one last time.

As Hiroshi navigated the backstage commotion, a familiar voice called out from behind him, "Guess who, Hiroshi?" He felt a pair of hands gently cover his eyes.

With a grin spreading across his face, Hiroshi recognized the playful tone immediately. "Hmm, let me think," he teased, pretending to ponder. "Is it a huge fan of mine, eager to meet me?"

The girl behind him chuckled, her warm laughter filling the air. "Oh, please! You wish," she replied, removing her hands from his eyes. "It's Akane. Who else would dare to surprise you like this?"

Hiroshi turned around to face Akane, his mischievous grin still intact. "Ah, Akane, you caught me. I must admit, I was hoping for a fan to sweep me off my feet tonight," he teased, playfully exaggerating a swoon.

Akane rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment. "This is not the time to talk about your fan club," she replied, trying to maintain her composure.

Hiroshi chuckled and took a step closer to her, lowering his voice in a mock-serious tone. "Oh, but Akane, if I had a fan club president, it would undoubtedly be you. Who else could handle the responsibility with such grace and charm?" he said, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Akane's blush deepened, and she playfully nudged him. "Here you go again, Hiroshi. Always finding a way to flatter your way out of any situation," she said, trying to hide her smile.

As they stood there, Hiroshi noticed Akane's costume peeking out from behind a curtain. "Ah, is that your costume?" he asked.

Akane's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes, it is! Do you want to see it?" she asked, clearly eager to show off her outfit.