Tokyo: I Don’t Really Understand Music

An ordinary office worker with a perfectly normal set of values transmigrates to a parallel world. Perhaps his worldview has been shattered by the experience, but through coincidence, threats, and temptation, he ends up standing by the girls' side. Light novel version An agent wants to squeeze every last bit of commercial value out of them. A devoted fan wants to indulge his romantic fantasies. Izumo Kasumi is like a breeze that clears the stuffiness from the rehearsal room. She doesn't care how much money they make at the box office, nor does she seek adulation beneath the spotlight. “So I'm neither a capitalist who cares only about profit nor a self-congratulatory savior.” “Then what are you?” Izumo Kasumi hands her a can of chilled soda and gently straightens the guitar strap sitting awkwardly on the girl's shoulder. “I'm their number-one fan: someone who lets them lower their guard, someone they can play dazzling guitar solos for, like a summer festival, and someone they can confide their uncertainties to in a corner of the stage late at night.” “Isn't that just being a do-gooder nanny who pays for everything and does all the work?” “I'm a companion who protects their right to dream.” Izumo Kasumi emphasizes this with complete sincerity.