I am the Entertainment Tycoon

The red carpet outside ArtReam Hall had become a dazzling spectacle, alive with energy as the music industry's biggest names began to make their way toward the venue for the Sapphire Awards. The air was thick with excitement, and the flashing lights from thousands of cameras transformed the evening into a storm of bright, blinding flashes. Fans screamed from behind velvet ropes, waving signs and calling out the names of their favorite stars, hoping for just a glance or a wave.

The carpet itself was lined with a sea of journalists, photographers, and reporters, all vying for the attention of the arriving artists. The questions shouted from the media mixed with the sound of camera shutters clicking incessantly, creating an overwhelming symphony of noise. This was the stage where stars weren't just admired for their music but also for their presence, style, and charisma. The red carpet was as much a part of the night's spectacle as the awards themselves.

The first big name to step out of a sleek black limousine was Cara Izuhara, one of the most celebrated artists of the evening. The flashes intensified the moment her heels touched the carpet, and the crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers. Cara, known for her soulful voice and deeply emotional lyrics, was running for Best Album and Song of the Year, two of the most coveted awards of the night. She was dressed in an elegant, shimmering gown that caught the light in all the right ways, the fabric trailing behind her like liquid silver.

With her signature grace, Cara waved to the crowd, her expression warm yet poised as she posed for the photographers. The camera flashes were relentless, and Cara moved expertly, her years of experience making her seem entirely at ease under the blinding lights. The reporters, however, were eager to get her attention.

"Cara! Over here!" one journalist called out, holding a microphone forward as far as the velvet ropes would allow. "How are you feeling about tonight? Two huge nominations!"

Cara turned toward the journalist with a composed smile. "I'm feeling grateful," she said, her voice carrying easily over the noise. "Being recognized for my work like this-it's an honor. I'm just excited to celebrate music with everyone tonight."

The crowd cheered louder as she moved forward, continuing down the carpet and pausing occasionally to pose for more photos.

Behind her, another limo pulled up, and the energy shifted as the next superstar arrived: Trevors, one of the night's most prominent male artists. After all, he had the chance to become the King of Singing of 2021. Trevors had dominated the charts for the past few years with his powerful voice and charismatic performances, he managed to release several worldwide hit songs, and he was one of the frontrunners for Best Male Artist-one of the night's most prestigious categories.

Trevors stepped out of the car with an effortless cool, wearing a sleek black suit that contrasted sharply with the bold blue lighting along the red carpet. He paused for a moment, running a hand through his styled hair as the photographers went into overdrive, the rapid- fire clicks and flashes almost deafening. Trevors' fans screamed his name from the barricades, and he gave them a confident wave before turning toward the media section.

"Trevors! Who are you most excited to see tonight?" a reporter shouted over the noise. Trevors grinned, flashing his perfectly white teeth. "Honestly? Everyone. The talent here tonight is unbelievable. It's going to be an epic show."

As Trevors made his way down the carpet, posing for the photographers and giving brief interviews, another car arrived, and the atmosphere surged once again.

Rha, one of the industry's most powerful female vocalists, emerged from the limousine in a stunning crimson gown. Her presence on the carpet was commanding, and all eyes turned toward her. Rha, who was running for Best Female Artist, moved with an undeniable confidence, her gown flowing like water as she walked. The photographers couldn't get enough of her, and the flashes intensified, creating a dazzling effect against her dress.

Rha waved to the crowd, her face beaming with pride. She was one of the biggest names in the industry, and the fans treated her as such. She moved elegantly down the carpet, stopping for photos but maintaining her regal composure. As she reached the section where the media awaited, a reporter managed to get her attention.

"Rha, how are you handling the pressure of being nominated for such a big award tonight?"

Rha smiled, her eyes sparkling under the lights. "It's not pressure when you're doing what you love. But I have to admit that it is a huge honor to be even nominated to such a great award," she said, her voice strong and clear. "Tonight's about celebrating everyone's hard work. Even if I don't win, I'll still be happy."

The cameras followed her every move as she continued down the red carpet, the crowd behind her still chanting her name long after she had passed.

Just as Rha disappeared into the sea of photographers, the next wave of excitement hit the carpet. A group of four men and women emerged from a limo, and the cheers from the crowd shifted to a more enthusiastic, almost frenzied tone. Agano, a band known for their infectious energy and genre-defying music, had arrived. Their fame was even more widespread thanks to their work producing hit anime intros across the years, which had earned them legions of fans across multiple generations. They were also running for Best Music Band, one of the most prestigious awards of the night.

The band members, each dressed in their signature mix of rock and formal wear, posed together for the cameras. Their lead singer, with his bright red hair and charismatic grin, led the group as they posed with ease. Fans from both sides of the barricade waved posters and sang snippets of their hit songs, which only fueled the excitement further.

One reporter managed to snag an interview with the band as they paused near the entrance. "Agano, you've had such a huge year, especially with your work on anime intros. How does it feel to be nominated for Best Music Band tonight?"

The lead singer gave a wide smile, glancing at his bandmates. "It feels amazing," he said, his voice carrying a sense of pride. "We've worked hard for our whole lives, and to be recognized like this-especially alongside so many incredible artists-it's an honor. We're just grateful to be here."

As Agano made their way down the carpet, the cameras continued to click, and the excitement in the air showed no sign of waning.

Then came Demura Kunie, a versatile artist who had gained a cult following for his unique blend of genres, including jazz, classical, and electronic music. Demura's style was more understated, but his arrival didn't go unnoticed. Dressed in a minimalist black suit, he walked with quiet confidence, taking his time to pose for photos while maintaining a calm demeanor. Though his fanbase was more niche compared to the likes of Trevors or Rha, those who followed him were deeply devoted, and their cheers rang out from the crowd.

As Demura gave a few interviews, speaking softly but passionately about his love for music, the cameras began to focus on a new development at the edge of the red carpet. The artists continued arriving one by one, and the excitement was through the roof when suddenly a black limousine, sleek and inconspicuous, had just pulled up, and a noticeable hush spread through the crowd as they turned to see who was inside. The door opened slowly, and from the car stepped two figures, both masked and dressed in elegant, mysterious attire. The crowd's murmurs intensified, and the photographers rushed forward, the camera flashes exploding in intensity.

It was them.

Moonlight and Tsukuyomi had arrived.

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