The dressing room after the concert was suffocating, yet somehow very warm and familiar. Of course, after all, you've gotten used to each other over three years, and in such a short time, your music has captured the hearts of many fans, not only from Japan, but also from other countries.

It was a cold Tokyo winter outside, but the dressing room was warm. Phil was sitting on the floor, lighting a cigarette and loudly arguing with someone on the phone. Dan and Adam were playing some kind of game on the phone, And Stella, as usual, was twirling in front of the mirror. But what's the big deal? She's beautiful.