Story
Three girls — Akari, Yuki, and Nozomi — meet each other at the concert of their idol, Reika. Each speaks to one another briefly, then goes their separate ways. They all love to sing, and when they each find admission forms for a music school overseen by Reika's manager, they do not hesitate to sign up. Reika's manager, Akiba Kisaragi, meanwhile, has decided to create a special class, the S Class, within the school for any singers who catch her eye.
Akari and Nozomi have no trouble signing up, and once there are nearly immediately accepted into the S Class, along with Jun Morimura. Akari and Nozomi recognize each other quickly and soon become close friends, but Jun keeps an aloof and superior attitude and students who were not selected for the S Class soon grow jealous. Yuki's hard-earned entrance money is stolen, and she joins a band of street musicians as a vocalist, soon becoming popular on the streets and online.
A mother who was separated from her beloved daughters.
Three sisters, separated as children, who do not remember each other and each hold a very special blue stone.
The Angel of Music who gazes down from above, debating who most deserves her smile and their right to fame.
An old man and his dog watch over such people, doing small, unseen acts of kindness and gently helping them on their way.
Because of a special love of music, miracles come to pass.
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