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Junior high school student Yuki, a member of a travelling theater troupe, changes schools every month for performances. Because of this, he does not expect to meet people at any of his schools and does not try to make friends. However, when he attends a new school, his homeroom teacher asks him to deliver something to a classmate who hasn't been coming to school, but has excellent grades. By chance, he becomes friends with him, and Ken's ex-girlfriend Maya joins them, and as the three of them spend more and more time together, Yuki begins to wish that they could see him on stage as an actor.
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Junior high school student Yuki, a member of a travelling theater troupe, changes schools every month for performances. Because of this, he does not expect to meet people at any of his schools and does not try to make friends. However, when he attends a new school, his homeroom teacher asks him to deliver something to a classmate who hasn't been coming to school, but has excellent grades. By chance, he becomes friends with him, and Ken's ex-girlfriend Maya joins them, and as the three of them spend more and more time together, Yuki begins to wish that they could see him on stage as an actor.

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Genre:Drama
Directed By:Naoya Fujita
Written By:Suzuyuki Kaneko
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Runtime:80 minutes
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