BanG Dream: The Unexpected Part-Timer

The Five Angels in the Stage

With the distractions and misunderstandings behind them, Morfonica refocused their efforts on practicing for the upcoming concert. Each member poured their heart and soul into perfecting their performances, determined to deliver an unforgettable show for their fans.

The sound of instruments filled the rehearsal room as they ran through their setlist, fine-tuning each note and lyric until they resonated perfectly.

Mashiro's vocals soared above the melodic strains of Nanami's guitar, Futaba's powerful drumming driving the rhythm forward, while Nanami's steady bass provided a strong foundation. And, of course, Rui's masterful violin added an ethereal touch to the ensemble.

As they practiced, I watched from the sidelines, impressed by their dedication and talent.

Despite the challenges they faced, they remained united in their passion for music, each member contributing their unique skills to create something truly special.

The morning sunlight streamed through the windows of CirCLE Livehouse as Marina-san and I worked tirelessly to prepare for Morfonica's concert.

"Looks like today's the day," I remarked, wiping sweat from my forehead as I lugged a heavy box across the room.

"Indeed it is, Part-timer-kun," Marina-san replied with a smile, her hands busy arranging posters and flyers. "We've got a lot to do before the concert starts."

I glanced at the stack of posters and flyers she was sorting through. "Are these for Morfonica?"

Marina-san nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, they are! Would you mind taking some of the flyers outside and handing them out?"

"Of course," I said with a nod, eager to help spread the word about the concert.

"Thank you, Part-timer-kun! Your help is greatly appreciated," Marina-san said gratefully, her eyes sparkling with appreciation.

I grabbed a stack of flyers and headed outside, ready to promote Morfonica's concert to anyone who would listen.

I remember this...?

As I passed out flyers under the scorching February sun, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the task bearing down on me.

Sweat beaded on my forehead, making the flyers in my grasp slightly damp. The relentless heat made me long for a cool breeze or even just a sip of water.

"Geez, where's a breeze when you need one?" I muttered to myself, feeling the intensity of the sun's rays.

Seeking refuge from the heat, I crouched down beneath the shade of an electric pole, hoping for some relief. But even there, the sun's heat seemed unrelenting, and I found myself yearning for a drink to quench my thirst.

Just then, a soft voice broke through my thoughts, drawing my attention. I looked up to see a figure standing before me.

"A-Ah, thank you, angel," I said, overwhelmed by her kindness.

"A-Angel?" She seemed taken aback. "I-I see you're still calling me an angel... Isn't that a bit much?"

S-Sorry," I stammered, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Do angels have names?"

"You already knew my name though!?"

"I'm just kidding around, Oh, I'm villager A, By the way!"

"Eh?!"

As I finished off the bottle of water in one gulp, I couldn't help but notice the smile that graced Mashiro's lips.

"I see that you still remember our first encounter here," I remarked, returning her smile.