Chapter 745: Moonlight's First Appearance: Excited Crowd

Chapter 745: Moonlight's First Appearance: Excited Crowd



The black van came to a slow halt in front of the hotel, its tinted windows concealing its occupants from the crowd that had gathered outside. The media and fans, penned behind metal barricades, buzzed with anticipation. Paparazzi clutched their cameras tightly, journalists jostled for position, and the fans' excitement was palpable. For hours, they had waited in the hope of catching a glimpse of the elusive Moonlight, the artist whose first live concert was just hours away.

A hush fell over the crowd for a brief moment as the van's engine cut off. The door opened, and as soon as the first figure stepped out, chaos erupted.

"Moonlight! Moonlight!" Fans screamed his name with fervor, their voices merging into one roaring chorus.

Cameras flashed incessantly, turning the night into a strobe-lit frenzy. Photographers fought for the best angle, their shutters clicking as fast as their fingers could move. The bright flashes illuminated the figure in the van's doorway-a tall figure, dressed in stylish, monochromatic clothing, his face concealed behind a silver mask that gleamed under the light. Moonlight, the star of the hour, had finally arrived. His platinum white hair peeked from beneath a buck-bill cap, and his blood-red eyes-concealed behind high-tech lenses- seemed to pierce through the frenzy.

Beside him stood another figure, smaller in stature but no less commanding in presence. Tsukuyomi, half of her hair white as snow, the other half black as night, exited the van next. The crowd gasped in surprise. Her appearance was unexpected, unannounced. The fans hadn't known that she would accompany Moonlight to Catadrid, let alone walk beside him into the hotel. The public had only heard her voice once in Moonlight's album, but that was enough to make her an instant sensation. The crowd surged forward, pushing against the barriers as they tried to get a better look at the duo.

"Tsukuyomi! Is she performing too?" one journalist shouted, his voice lost in the cacophony. "Moonlight, what can we expect from tonight's concert?" yelled another reporter, but there

was no answer.

The crowd's energy boiled over, the screams of adoration and excitement mixing with the clicking of cameras and the shouted questions from the press. Security guards lined the path to the hotel's entrance, struggling to maintain control as the throng of people surged forward, drawn to the enigmatic duo like moths to a flame. The noise was deafening, and the air crackled with excitement.

Moonlight and Tsukuyomi, however, moved with calm precision. Their faces remained unreadable behind their masks, and their steps were measured and deliberate. It was as if the chaos around them didn't faze them at all. Moonlight raised a hand in a simple wave, and that small gesture sent the crowd into another frenzy. Fans snapped pictures with their phones, capturing every second as the masked figures walked towards the hotel entrance.

Despite the security team's best efforts, some fans were relentless, leaning over the barriers, trying to get as close as possible. The guards had to push back the more overzealous onlookers, shouting orders to maintain order. A few flashes of panic crossed their faces as the crowd's intensity threatened to spill beyond the barricades.

them.

The trio was greeted immediately by a group of immaculately dressed hotel staff, standing in a formal line near the entrance. Their posture was attentive, their smiles warm, yet professional. At the forefront was the hotel manager, a tall, refined woman in a tailored black suit, her hands clasped neatly in front of her. Her expression radiated both admiration and respect as she stepped forward to welcome them.

"Mr. Moonlight, Ms. Tsukuyomi, and Ms. Yamada, it is a tremendous honor to have you here. We are glad to welcome you to the HighCross Hotel," the manager said, her voice smooth and welcoming. She offered a small bow, a gesture echoed by the other staff members behind her. "We have prepared everything for your stay, and if there is anything you require, please don't hesitate to let us know."

Moonlight, his face still concealed by his signature mask, gave a brief nod of acknowledgment. Despite the stoic exterior he projected, there was an undeniable energy in the air. His presence alone seemed to carry weight, and though he said nothing, the staff visibly felt the gravity of the moment.

Tsukuyomi, standing beside him with her striking half-black, half-white hair falling

gracefully over her shoulders, gave a small, elegant wave in response to the greeting. Her silver mask with its golden sparks glimmered faintly under the chandelier light, adding to her ethereal, almost otherworldly appearance. Even though she was relatively new to the music scene, the awe from the staff was palpable; it was clear that Tsukuyomi's growing presence was being felt just as powerfully as Moonlight's.

Ayia, serving as their agent and friend, took a step forward to shake the manager's hand with a polite smile. She was the only one among them not wearing a mask, though she, too, had a white disposable one covering part of her face. Her aura was different from the enigmatic musicians beside her; there was a clear sense of control and efficiency about her, yet her warmth balanced the air of mystery surrounding Moonlight and Tsukuyomi.

"We appreciate your hospitality," Ayia said smoothly, her voice measured but kind. "I trust everything is ready just like I asked?"

The manager nodded. "Everything has been arranged to your specifications. The floor is already prepared, and the security measures have been tightened as per your request. We've also made sure that privacy will be maintained throughout your stay. Our staff has been briefed on the need for discretion. The stylish team and other production teams are already waiting for your arrival at the waiting area of your reserved floor."

The staff behind the manager remained silent, but their eyes flickered with excitement. For them, this was no ordinary day; hosting two of the most talked-about artists in the world, particularly for Moonlight's first live concert, was an honor most would only dream of. It wasn't just a matter of luxury or fame-it was the weight of their mysterious, almost legendary personas that made the moment so electric.

"Thank you," Ayia replied, her tone crisp. She exchanged a glance with Moonlight, whose red, contact-lensed eyes remained hidden behind the brim of his cap and the mask that covered most of his face. Even in his quietness, there was a clear understanding between them-a familiarity that only came from years of close collaboration.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om