| Izumi | Guys, I brought late-night snacks———! |
| Sakuya | zzz... |
| Masumi | zzz... |
| Izumi | Huh, they're sleeping... Well, that's to be expected. They always hold a meeting after the performance. |
| Tsuzuru | zzz.... |
| Itaru | zzz... |
| Citron | zzz... *mumbles* |
| Izumi | Please take a little rest for tomorrow. |
| (After we finished the first performance safely, every day felt like a surging wave. I can't believe we only have two days before our final performance.) |
| (Since Sakuya-kun and Masumi-kun are still high schoolers, we could only perform at night during weekdays. And after that, they held a meeting to discuss what needs to be improved until late at night.) |
| (Yuzo-san told me that the members from first generation Spring Troupe came to watch the play and helped advertise it on their blogs. And it became a topic on the Internet forums...) |
| (Thanks to that, a lot of people came to watch our play again, and we only have a few remaining tickets...) |
| Manager | Big news, Director!! |
| Izumi | !? |
| Sakuya | Uwaaah!? Wha, what is it? |
| Tsuzuru | What? Is it morning already? |
| Citron | ....——!? |
| Itaru | Nggh...? |
| Masumi | zzz... |
| Manager | Fi, fifififin! |
| Izumi | Rice crackers? |
| Manager | Fi, fifififin! |
| Izumi | Teacher?[1] |
| Manager | Brrrrrrr! |
| Izumi | (He's shaking his head really hard.) |
| Please calm down and take a deep breath. What happened? |
| Manager | *breathes in* *breathes out*... |
| ....The tickets for the final performance are sold out. |
| Izumi | What!? |
| Seriously!? |
| Manager | The last ticket was just sold. |
| Sakuya | The tickets for final performance are... sold out.... |
| Tsuzuru | It means the theatre won't disappear, right...? |
| Izumi | That's right! It's all thanks to you guys! |
| Sakuya | We did iiittt! |
| Tsuzuru | Yeaaaah! |
| Masumi | !? |
| Tsuzuru | Wake up, Masumi! The tickets for our performance are sold out! |
| Masumi | ——Annoying. Don't hug me. |
| Citron | Yeaay! |
| Itaru | ——ugh. |
| Citron | Whoops, sorry. I hugged you too tightly. |
| Itaru | ——No, it's fine. But get off me. |
| Izumi | Now that the tickets are sold out, we don't have anything to be worried about. |
| We still have two days and four performances until the final performance. Let's get through it without any regrets, guys. |
| Sakuya | Yes!! |
| Tsuzuru | Yeah! |
| Masumi | Ok. |
| Citron | Let's do our best! |
| Itaru | .... |
| |
| Itaru | There's not enough poultice, huh... |
| Citron | Itaru. |
| Itaru | !? You surprised me. |
| Citron | Your leg is hurting, right? |
| Itaru | What are you talking about? |
| Citron | You can't play dump. |
| Itaru | You mean play dumb, right. |
| Citron | I knew that you were trying to cover your foot in the practice room. Was it during the performance? |
| Itaru | It's a little bit twisted. Don't tell the Director and the other guys. |
| Citron | ..... |
| Itaru | I'm fine. If it's just two days, I'll manage it somehow. |
| Citron | Do tell me if it's getting worse. It's a promise, okay? |
| Itaru | Okay. |
