I was a little surprised when the man in the black suit respectfully asked his question; I think we've reached the top level in terms of quality.
I took my word by giving myself a tidy up.
"Which invitation are you talking about?"
The ten people looked at each other. If you ask how did you see it while wearing sunglasses, I'd say they were shocked enough to turn their heads.
"I'm talking about your invitations to enter the festival. Didn't you come to the Yesterdayland music festival?"
Ah, I read something like this before I died. It is a music festival that has a certain time of the year and sends its invitations to the audience in decorated boxes. It was as if the name was different, but anyway, there was nothing to do anymore.
Obviously, missions are here. I wonder if we can get in without a fight. I wouldn't know until I tried, and I continued in the same polite tone.
"Our invitations were stolen, a sad event that took place at the airport!"
