"Tadaima! Mmm, what's that smell?", I ask no one in particular as I enter the house. I dump my bag onto the sofa and skip to the kitchen.

"Ah! Miyu, okairi! Now that you're back, you can help me cook dinner!", my sister, Katsumi Mitsuki called to me.

"Haiiiii!", I call back as I grab my starry apron and put it on.

"Now, I'm making fresh pasta!" "Ehhhh?! Last time you made pasta-"
"That is in the past! And anyway, I have you now!"

My sister just grinned at me as I made a horrifying face. But before I could protest, she shoved a pot of mac and cheese into my arms.

"Now, put that in the oven, would you?", my sister said. "Haiii...", as I put the pot in the oven.

An hour later...

"Tadaima! Mmm, Miyu, are you cooking again?", I heard my mom, Katsumi Azami say as she entered the house.

My mother worked as a designer for the Dreaming Girl company, and she sometimes bring samples home for me and my sister to try out.

I left the kitchen and went to greet my mum. "Oka-san! Okairi!", I greeted her with a hug. "Eh? Why haven't you changed out of your school uniform?"

"Eto, I was helping Onee-san cook-"
"Oh, well then, go upstairs and change please. Wear something nice, Kyoko is coming"

"Haiii..", I ran upstairs to my bedroom. I shut the door and stared at my open wardrobe. Before I could think of a thing to wear, a sudden melody popped into my head.

The natural, traditional melody reminded me of cherry blossoms.

Blossoms....

I grabbed a top and dress from my wardrobe and lay them on my bed. I smiled in satisfactory.

It was the Blossom Moon Coord, a sample that my mom gave to me.

This was perfect!

As I combed my hair, my comb hit something crispy on my hair. "Eh?", I mutter as I find that crispy objest on my hair with my hand.

I grasp at some sort of card or whatever and put it in front of my face to see.

I gasped. A PriTicket! It's a PriTicket! I smiled widely as I can and hopped up and down excitedly.

A happy, bouncy melody came into my head. It kind of sounded like Kigi Ajimi's song. I was so happy I didn't realize my mum calling my name over and over again.

"Miyu! Oh,Miyu! Miyu? Miyu! MIYU!"
"Ah, gomenasai, oka-san. I'll be down in a bit!"

I finish preparing for dinner and went downstairs to find dad and Kyoko waiting.

My dad smiled at me and Kyoko cried out, "Miyu! I haven't seen you in ages!" She hugged me and I hugged back.

Kyoko was Mitsuki's friend and my ex-babysitter. She was fun and loves dancing. When I was little, Kyoko and I danced to a billion Pripara songs.

Throughout the dinner, I tried to be nice and polite as possible. But inside, I was super excited for my debut live that I planned to do tommorrow.

Soooo? Do you like my story so far? As usual, comment and give out your suggestions! Thank you!^^