it’d only been a matter of time until this had happened. ever since realizing it might, just might be the key to unlocking her insurmountable, repressed talent ( go, go, momonose! roars a nonexistent crowd ), momo’s pretty much spent every waking hour trying to make the next big hit on a certain app called pikpok. sure, she’d jumped on the bandwagon a bit late, but that’s no problem! stars are always late to the show!
besides, it looks like there’s someone even later than her—that’s always the case with this guy, though. it’d started with an innocent question, something along the lines of what she was doing; now, they’re in the middle of a full-fledged singing lesson.
“aaah, maybe that song’s a bit too hard... something in a lower key, maybe! yeah!”
with a bag of squid jerky in her lap, momo’s currently in the process of looking up ‘easy songs to sing.’ it’s proving to be a pretty difficult task to carry out while batting hungry hands away from her food, but she’s nothing if not determined. “okay... okay! got one! this one’s by saylor twift, just follow along with the lyrics onscreen, kono-nii!”