Kirari, smiling, grabs Mirai’s hands. "Let’s sing together! Right now!"

Mirai uses a device to instantly generate a thousand stunning, futuristic outfits. Kirari, panicking for a second, remembers Hiroto’s words about "feeling over fashion." She runs backstage and comes out wearing a simple, handmade dress decorated with rice balls and dog paw prints (a tribute to her pet, Naa-san and her love of food). The audience laughs, but then they smile. It’s so Kirari . The warmth in the room makes Mirai’s flashy holograms feel cold. Mirai wins the technical vote, but she feels uneasy.

Kirari, instead of being scared, gasps with stars in her eyes. "Wow! A real idol from the future! Your hair drills are so shiny! Can I touch them?!"

Freeze frame on Kirari’s horrified, comical face as the narrator says, "Will Kirari ever recover financially? Find out next time! ...Probably not!"

The serious mood shatters. Mirai blushes, flustered. "D-Don't touch them! They're quantum-stabilized!"

Kirari waves frantically. "Come back anytime! Bring future snacks!"