For Yuji and Tatsuya it was just another night at Club Metro in Kyoto -- sinking tequila shots, fretting over the future of their jazz band and occasionally taking to the floor to shake their booty to the bouncy bossanova beats blasting from the sound system -- when in walked that girl again.

She was wearing her cute, trademark, bear-head-shaped hat that she'd pulled down over her ears and fastened around her chin, framing in soft fur a fresh, floral face embellished with an infectious smile that seemed to scream "I am fun, watch me!"

And they did. Yuji and Ta-tsuya watched and watched until they could watch no more. Tanked up on tequila, this was the time to talk to her, this was the time to get her to join their band. This was the time for Our Hour to start ticking.