I Was Reincarnated as a Mob in a Completed School Rom-Com Manga, and When I Tried My Best to Cheer Up the Broken Losing Heroines, I Realized I Had Surpassed the Original Story - 37

Chapter 37: Colourful 1

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The pounding drumbeats rang out, and the gymnasium went dark. Next, when only the stage was illuminated by spotlights, five colorful, beautiful girls were already standing in formation there. A huge cheer rose from somewhere, and from that heat alone it seemed clear the audience’s anticipation had reached its peak.

When the drumroll stopped for a moment, my little sister, Moe Kurosaki, stepped forward and brought the microphone to her lips.

“Then please listen. ‘Sorry for Being a Little Devil!?’”

Right after Moe announced the title with a fearless smile, the drums burst in with a fast, pounding rhythm. 

“YO!!”

Moe started stepping lightly and called out in a rap-like tone.

“♫♪♬Still don’t get iiiit? Are you just suuuper slow? All my teasing is just my love turned inside out. Creepy, you say? Well it’s your fault, so I can’t help it〜♫♪♬”

As Moe rapped, the audience gradually began to clap along. For this live, Colorful performed six songs including the encore. The dance center was usually fixed as Kirari, but each song had moments designed to spotlight different members. As you could guess from the song title and the outfits, Moe was the star of this one.

Even Moe, who normally had no sense of rhythm, turned her rap into a charm point, making her cuteness shoot up several times more than usual. As expected of Kirari…She truly had been very thorough with the planning. 

While I was admiring that, the song reached the chorus.

“♫♪♬Sorry for always being a little deviiil!? But my love for you is bigger than anyone else’s〜♫♪♬”

Seeing the members all raise one hand above their heads and sing with confident expressions, I had to fight back the tears welling up. Embarrassing as it was, I had always thought idol songs were nothing more than pushy declarations of love and romance.

But that wasn’t true.

This feeling welling up inside me was something like a life force, a source of energy, a surge of unnamed power overflowing inside. When the song ended, the venue was wrapped in thunderous applause.

“Hey everyooone! Helloooo!!”

In response to Kirari’s call, the audience answered back loudly. Kirari tilted her ear toward the crowd with a playful expression.

“Huhhh? I can’t heeear you at allll. Let’s try it one more time, okay? Helloooo!!”

The crowd shouted even louder this time. Kirari nodded with a satisfied smile.

“Amazing! See, you can do it if you try! Once again, we’re Colorful! Since this is our first and last LIVE, let’s all have the absolute mooost fun today!”

At Kirari’s hype, the audience’s roaring voices echoed around the gym.

“W-we’ll move on to the next song, then. It’s called ‘Fake Cat.’ P-please enjoy…”

Prompted by Kirari’s glance, Chadani-san announced the title and bowed deeply… Only for her glasses to slip off and clatter onto the stage. She immediately panicked, shouting “S-sorry…!” and dropped to her hands and knees to fumble for her glasses. At that moment, the venue erupted.

Maybe it was because people got to witness a genuine klutzy glasses-girl moment live, but even more than that, it was the miracle of her cat-ear costume matching perfectly with that position. This accidental, priceless photo opportunity had everyone scrambling to point their phone cameras at her.

“Crap, it’s the student council president’s legendary moment!”

“Ah—I forgot my phone. Send me the picture later!”

“Blessed be…”

“Mother… Thank you for giving birth to me…”

I heard all sorts of voices like that, and before I realized it, even I had instinctively raised my camera. It was strange indeed.

“F-found them…!”

When Chadani-san stood up again with her glasses in hand, the venue groaned in disappointment. After a beat, the next song began—a slower, calmer melody compared to the last.

“♫♪♬I always pretend to be cool. Hiding embarrassment? Or just self-defense?♫♪♬”

Chadani-san started singing the A-melody with a tremble in her voice that still held some leftover nervousness. That fragile sound instantly captured the audience’s attention.

“♫♪♬ In front of you, the cat I always wear gets peeled off, and all that’s left is the collar you put on me. Don’t make me reveal any more of my bare, honest feelings♫♪♬”

Even I, who had heard the song many times, found myself so enchanted that I forgot to add my call. The audience hearing it for the first time must have been shocked. The crowd quietly watched, as if burning into their memory a side of the student council president they would never normally see. It was a moment where I was glad I had been born in this world. The entire venue felt united, like we were all one.

At the end of the song, when all the members struck their finishing cat-like pose, the audience erupted into applause and whistles. When the noise faded, the next song started without any MC—a fast-tempo dance track.

“Okay, now it’s our turn! Everyooone, let’s fire it up!! ‘Let It Bee!’ Here we gooo!!”

Kirari hyped the audience during the intro. This song was explosively popular among middle and high schoolers on the SNS of this world. Naturally, the crowd’s excitement shot to its peak. Honestly, I could never hope to match Kirari’s ability to structure a live or choose songs. 

As one of the audience members, I couldn’t stop my own excitement. I waved my arms wildly. My body kept moving with the beat on its own. I couldn’t take my eyes off the girls, who were shining so brightly on stage.

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