The rest of the night seems to drag on for Retsuko. She can't stop thinking of how Suko saw through her disguise and how he knew she sang in the death metal genre. In no time, the last song starts to play. It is a group of 10 people with heavy Japanese accents singing in English, which is very hard to understand without a trained ear.

Fenneko asks,"Did they really just say dick and have it as their chorus? Or is it tick, like a clock? Or both?"

Haida says,"Um, neither. It's a car song."

"O-oh..." Fenneko laughs, embarrassed.

"Aren't you Japanese too?" Haida asks.

Retsuko tries to get her mind off of Suko's findings and then interrupts Fenneko and Haida,"Sorry, I've got to go."

They both nod and Haida says,"No problem, but one quick question..." He blushes and almost stutters,"Will you go and get a coffee with- Huh?! Oh... She's gone." Retsuko bolted off before Haida could finish his sentence.

Retsuko looks around the huge concert building for Suko. The song gets louder as the chorus ends and the rapping begins. She goes down aisle after aisle and finds nothing then with all the luck in the world, she spots him sitting in the first row. She runs towards his section and then the song ends and people start rushing out.

Suko looks at the exit and walks outside. His phone drops out of his pocket as he walks.

Retsuko looks at her phone and thinks, he can't tell anyone my secret! She looks through the contacts and sees his picture with a message saying 'This phone number does not exist.' Retsuko looks at her phone in fear and then starts to sweat on her forehead. N-no! This can't be happening to me!