I wonder if I can plead illness and not attend work tomorrow, while this contest business takes place. I've already been asked more times than I like to participate, and I have no intention to do so.

I'm also very relieved to be a man again; I had to make much use of the security during that whole episode. And it... ... well, it made Tibarn grouchy.

Apparently I've become more popular with the male Beorc now. Though, it's difficult to tell which Beorc are actually men and which ones are women-currently-men. The situation amuses me, somewhat.

I haven't heard from Tibarn or Naesala since this happened. Where are you? I'm worried.

I'm not sure what I find more irritating; that it happened or that very few people can tell the difference.

Leanne is never going to hear about this.

The beorc are being odd again. All this fuss over singing.. If they're all so interested, why are they making me do it? I punched one of the customers today because he wouldn't leave me alone. I think I damaged my hand pretty badly, but I was satisfied to see his nose was crooked. Stupid beorc.

Tibarn seems to be a little calmer, but I think it's just because he's tired from our attempts to leave.

When I told Leanne I would forgive the beorc, that did not mean I wanted to live with them! The songs they ask me to sing are very... strange. And I do not understand these beorc. They claim to not know what laguz are, and many of them are very friendly toward me. The little woman in charge gives me something she calls star apples, but they don't taste like any apples in Serenes or Phoenicis. She told me one of her geisha has white wings, as well. Another heron?

Why do the beorc who come to hear me sing keep giving me little strips of paper with eight numbers on them? And if one more asks me to join them for dinner, I'll punch them in the nose! No means no!

I still have heard nothing from Tibarn. It worries me.

Tibarn, where did they drag you off to? I'm in a very cold building now.

Naesala? What are you doing here? I have been told I am to sing for beorc in a lounge at a love hotel. This wouldn't be your doing, would it?