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Chapter 745: Moonlight's First Appearance: Excited Crowd

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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.

But Moonlight and Tsukuyomi remained poised. The cap that shielded Moonlight's hair cast a shadow over his face, but the shimmer of his mask caught the light, making him appear almost otherworldly. Beside him, Tsukuyomi, with her unique hair and silver mask with golden sparks, exuded a mysterious, ethereal quality. Together, they looked like stars descended from another world, untouchable, untethered by the earthly chaos around them. "Moonlight! Tsukuyomi! Look this way!" another photographer screamed, trying to angle his camera above the sea of flashing lights.

The fans' excitement was only heightened by Tsukuyomi's unexpected appearance. Though her role in Moonlight's album had been limited to a single featured track, her haunting voice and enigmatic presence had made a lasting impression. Seeing her standing next to Moonlight now fueled rumors and speculation about her role in the concert. Was she going to perform? Was there more collaboration on the way? The questions ricocheted through the crowd, whispered from fan to fan, only adding to the electric atmosphere.

For Moonlight, this was his first public appearance ever, and it was in Catadrid as the star of the night. Fans had been dissecting every move, every hint he had dropped leading up to the concert. Speculations had reached a fever pitch-about the setlist, the stage design, and the experience he would deliver to those lucky enough to snag tickets to the sold-out show. And now, here he was, standing before them, though still wrapped in layers of mystery. Moonlight and Tsukuyomi walked slowly toward the hotel's entrance, their path bordered by the frantic energy of fans and the relentless questioning of the media. Neither of them answered a single question, but the crowd didn't seem to mind. Just seeing them, even for a few moments, was enough to satisfy most, though the questions kept flying.

"Moonlight, will Tsukuyomi be performing with you tonight?"

"Tsukuyomi! What's next for you?"

"Are there more collaborations in the works?"

Their masked faces gave nothing away as they neared the entrance. But, just before stepping inside, both Moonlight and Tsukuyomi paused and turned slightly toward the crowd. They gave another wave-a brief, almost subtle gesture-and the crowd erupted once more, their voices growing hoarse from shouting their names. Phones were raised high, trying to capture those final moments before the duo disappeared behind the hotel's glass doors.

Finally, Moonlight and Tsukuyomi were out of sight, and the excitement began to simmer down, if only slightly. The crowd, still brimming with energy, buzzed with conversation, speculation, and excitement about what they had just witnessed. The surprise appearance of Tsukuyomi had thrown everyone off-guard, fueling the frenzy even more.

As the doors closed behind the two of them, the security team took a deep breath, relieved that the most intense part of the arrival was over. But outside, the energy lingered, as the crowd-both media and fans-waited eagerly for whatever news or rumors would come next. Even after Moonlight and Tsukuyomi had disappeared into the safety of the hotel, their presence continued to dominate the conversations, their mystique only deepened by the silence they maintained in the face of such unrelenting attention.

Amidst the crazy scene of Moonlight and Tsukuyomi walking towards the hotel, the crowd didn't even notice that another person was also masked and entered the hotel as well after giving the keys of the van to a hotel staff, who would drive the van to the underground garage of the hotel where they would be able to take their baggage without worrying about the

crowd.

As soon as Moonlight, Tsukuyomi, and their agent, Ayia, stepped through the polished glass doors of the five-star hotel, the contrast between the chaos outside and the serene luxury within became immediately apparent. The air inside was calm, cool, and fragrant with the subtle scent of fresh lilies. The marbled floors gleamed under the soft lighting, and the grand chandeliers above cast a warm, golden glow that reflected off the smooth surfaces around

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.