Our goal is-----
"Make trouble! Make trouble! Make trouble!"
This is somewhat of an ensemble story. I want to write about a group of women making trouble as they please on the open sea and pursuing freedom.
A rock band that doesn't make trouble isn't a proper rock band.
(The author has no experience in the music industry. If anything is wrong in that area, please tell me quietly, and I'll quietly fix it. We can all pretend nothing happened.)
Theme: If there is no light, I am willing to become a torch.
I may have lost my memory. Which sequence does the secret master belong to? It feels like a fortune teller, but the clothes are like a lawyer. No need to poke, no need to poke, looking forward to the next chapter