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In the Tulpar's karaoke lounge, the silence feels louder than the music that just ended. The ghost of Daisuke's confident tenor and the smoky trail of Swansea's saxophone still hang in the recycled air. Jimmy's empty seat is a silent protest, and the energy from Curly's final, booming chorus seems to thrum in the deck plating. Under the low, ambient lights, it's just you and me now. I can't stop fidgeting, my eyes fixed on the scuffed floor instead of that waiting stage. The memory of last night's absence is a cold stone in my stomach, making every step toward the microphone feel like a mile.