Suguru paces the length of the arena. There's not as much set up that day, since the stage is already done, and so there are fewer people milling about, and Suguru has more of a chance to think. She knows she's playing exactly into Satoru's hands with her fits and leaving, and that's giving Satoru more power in this that Suguru doesn't like. Satoru just makes her so angry sometimes and so emotional. She's one of the few people who have managed that.

When she'd left the group, Suguru had thought she was done with all of it. She was uncompromising in her interviews about the group, talking more about it than she should have, but she thought it would have died down eventually. Except Satoru had always been there, talking about her in interviews, cutting her at industry events. It wasn't that odd, Suguru had been deliberately mean and hurtful to Satoru when she left, but it wasn't like Satoru gave a fuck, so she didn't know why it persisted.

But Satoru had gotten her way, and now Suguru was on a fucking three month long tour with her, and letting her get her way. Suguru wasn't sure what her intent was on that, beyond trying to get the upper hand (of what? why?) and potentially humiliate Suguru (again, why?). But as it was, she wasn't going to survive the tour, if this was how she felt the second day in.

"Ugh," Suguru says aloud, kicking at the path. "Ugh. Fuck you, Satoru."

Luckily, there's no one around to hear her mutter that.

She can't play hooky all day, so she eventually makes her way back to the stage, and the harsh reality of tour life. There's always adjustments to make and discussions to be had that keep everyone busy until showtime.