Mygo, you guys seem to be getting a bit heavy-hearted.

"...I can't figure it out, Yanming, please help me."

So Lena used a method of calling for reinforcements, which proved highly effective.

"It's not my turn yet..."

Please help me.

"……it is good."

Yanming couldn't refuse.

【You really have no bottom line, host.】

It's none of your business.

Yanming asked, "What kind of image does our band have in Le Nai's eyes?"

"Um……"

Lena started thinking again, but this time she quickly gave her answer, "It's very comfortable to be with you guys, and also... it's very reassuring, just like Space."

Space... a sacred place in the hearts of countless bands. Although it no longer exists, it still inspires longing.

Yanming spoke up: "Safe Haven, what people often call a 'safe haven', how about that?"

It is not a permanent place of residence, but only a temporary haven.

For Lena, this band must be just like that.

"Not bad, next one, next one! Lamp-chan!"

Deng was startled and asked timidly, "Is it my turn?"

Miao Meng made an encouraging gesture to Deng and said, "Well, since Deng-chan seems to care a lot about the band's name, we originally planned to have you headline the show, but we can't let Yanming think of two names in a row, right? So we had to let you go first."

"I……"

The memories of the past few days flashed through Deng's mind, from Crychic's disbandment to being tackled by Yanming on the bridge, and now, as she was about to step onto the live stage. These memories, filled with sadness, confusion, and something to cherish, played out rapidly in her mind like a series of scenes.

“Our band…everyone came together for different reasons…but is about to separate for various reasons…as far as this band is concerned, it is like a confused child, unable to control its own birth…to its end.”

If the band itself had its own thoughts, it would surely feel extremely sad...

【Miziのバンド】

The lamp wrote this line in its notebook and held it up to show its companion.

Chapter 71 The Unborn Child.

"How, how is it?"

The lamp hid its face behind the notebook and spoke softly.

Even the most lively Meow Dream fell silent, and the entire private room instantly became so quiet that even breathing could be clearly heard.

Everyone fell into deep thought because of this name.

The band of the lost child

At first glance, it perfectly describes their band, which has absolutely no cohesion.

Everyone's starting point is different. From the band's perspective, it's perfectly fine to call them "lost" or "confused," and the band members themselves are naturally "lost children."

Although each person had a very clear understanding of what they were doing, they all maintained an ambiguous attitude towards the existence of this band.

Even Miaomeng, who joined the team the latest, looked at the drumsticks in her hands with doubt during the past few days of performances, unconsciously questioning her initial decision.

Reason told her not to have any unnecessary thoughts about this band; she was just a passerby, and her purpose in joining them was simply to add another entry to her resume as a fellow band member.

...But how could someone who plays in a band, even someone like her who prides herself on being sophisticated and self-interested, possibly be truly rational?

When emotions are amplified, vibrated, and collided through the drumsticks in one's hands to become music, everyone is bound by the chains of emotion, hesitant to break them, unable to make a decision when necessary.

The desire for profit was shattered by the equally heartfelt performance.

This is the confusion of the greedy.

The same goes for Toyokawa Shoko.

During a rainy night, she believed that God's mission for her was to make her strong and to make her forget the past, until her tears dried up.

From wanting to become human, Toyokawa Shoko transformed into the inorganic doll Oblivionis, climbing upwards by any means necessary and regardless of the consequences, to reclaim her dignity and everything... This is how it should have been, this is such a clear and visible path.

—Until someone easily shattered the shell of her resolve and embraced her again.

Is it black or white? Is it Xiao Xiang or Oblivionis, the keyboardist of the nameless band?

Everything was mixed up and she could no longer tell them apart.

This is the confusion of the weak.

Even the free-spirited Yoro Nai cannot escape.

She has the carefree nature of a cat, and naturally, she also possesses the sensitivity of a cat.

Closing Space was like a warm nightmare, both hurting her and making her linger.

Finding a new place to belong was her deepest and most genuine desire.

Why is Meow Dream disliked by Lena?

Because in the eyes of the other members of the band, she is Yoru Nai who loves to eat matcha, but Meow Dream can only see her popularity and guitar.

"Stray cats wandering near Space"

This is the confusion of a wanderer.

Takamatsu lamp...

Her lyrics and songs are never lacking in self-questioning and self-judgment.

In "Spring Shadows," she thought she had finally found her salvation and belonging, but in the end, it all turned into a dream.

In "Wheel Rain," she loathes the self that was abandoned and could not forget in the past.

In "The Invasion of Loneliness," Deng writes about his longing for the warmth of the present moment, as well as the loneliness that follows.

Until the completion of "Shiori", she chose to reconcile with herself.

Even if you feel lost, stand up; even if you feel lost, move forward.

This is the confusion of those who are lost.

Yanming was not entirely spared either.

The girls are confused about tomorrow.

His confusion stemmed from the feeling that there was no tomorrow.

He put down the guitar and picked up the bass, seemingly starting anew, but in reality, he only intended to use himself as fuel, giving off the last bit of his remaining energy in the world.

I was already like a walking corpse, but while I was still able to move and had flesh on my bones, I wanted to do something, anything at all, it didn't matter anymore.

...But why hasn't the blood flowing in that heart, which he described as having "strong endurance," completely cooled down yet?

What is he expecting? What is he yearning for?

Yanming once said that he was petty and held grudges.

That's because the rest of the space is filled with other things that are even more unforgettable and can never be returned to.

Perhaps, he is like a ghost wandering the world.

There is no turning back, and the road ahead has been lost.

This is a confusion that belongs only to Yanming.

He also hopes that there will never be another person like him in the world.

Feeling lost...?

Yanming muttered to himself, but in the quiet private room, his words reached everyone's ears: "Very suitable."

So fitting, Yanming felt, was it a waste to give such a good name to a band that was about to disappear.

"But... besides us, there must be others who are just as confused as we are. If they find out that there is a band with the same name that only held one live show before disbanding, then those 'lost souls' will be in trouble."

Yanming smiled and said, "Let's leave the name 【迷子のバンド】 to the children who need it more."

Miaomeng nodded, but after receiving the lamp's agreement, she did not write it down.

Therefore, [Lost Child's Band] was not born during this incorrect time period.

They won't remain lost forever.

But there will always be people who remain confused.

The title of "Lost Child" will one day fall on the heads of another group of children.

As their seniors, all they need to do is offer their blessings.

"Is it my turn to say the final words...?"

Miao Meng responded, her tone losing its previous liveliness and carefree air: "Well, what are Yanming's own thoughts? I think everyone is curious too."

His thoughts...

"If we were to limit the band's name to this single live performance, I think I would call our show..."

"'Dysis' means 'the afterglow of the setting sun'."

The Greek goddess of the setting sun also has this name.

Hopefully, with her blessing, this live performance will proceed smoothly.

"Ah."

Miao Meng placed the phone's notepad with three names written on it in the middle. "In that case, let's decide by voting. The one with the most votes will be our band's name."

Seconds later, she announced the final vote results:

Absurd Band received one vote, cast by Shoko Toyokawa.

Safe Haven received one vote, cast by Yoro Nai.

Dysis received two votes, cast by Yanming and Gaosongdeng.

Miaomeng abstained from voting.

"Oh dear... this outcome is hardly what everyone wanted, is it?"

Oblivionis refuted Meow Dream's words: "But that's who we are. No matter which name we end up choosing, our thoughts will never be the same."

Yanming continued Xiangzi's words: "So, we just need a name that can be used to refer to the band, which includes all of us. As for the content and meaning of that name, it is not that important."

Deng added quietly, "...Just know that it refers to 'us,' our band...that's enough."

"you……"

Miao Meng's fist hardened. "You guys are definitely isolating me on purpose, aren't you?!"

Chapter Seventy-Two: Cheers!

Openly forming cliques and factions within a band is a very serious offense according to the rules.

Since everyone will be having a singing party together in the end, if a scandal of discord within the team breaks out, the quality of the performance will definitely be affected!

"Ahem! So, in conclusion, our band's name has been decided!"

Miao Meng quickly changed the subject. This energetic girl was indeed very good at creating a lively atmosphere. "Hey, Yanming, don't you have anything to say?"

Yanming asked, puzzled, "Me? What could I possibly have to say?"

Miaomeng twirled her finger and gave an example: "It's like... when a company is founded, doesn't the president usually stand up and say a few inspiring words to motivate employees to work like slaves? Why don't you try saying a few words too!"

"I'll reiterate, the band's leader should be..."

Miao Meng interrupted without any politeness: "But you were the one who brought us together, weren't you? The band's name was also based on Yan Ming's suggestion, which says a lot."

The most crucial element of a band is its "soul".