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“Konbanwa. Elijah desu.”
Within seconds the stage was filled with sound as those with instruments caught their cue. The lights went down, focusing purely on the singer with the American name, Jennifer. She stepped up to the mic, gently caressing the side as the heavy beat died down and only light drumming was heard. The words were almost whispered, softly, in Japanese. The words faded to nothing, and the drums died.
The bass roared to life, and within a few chords the drums revived, bringing the guitar with them. Words followed, and there was no doubt that what was created was rock.
Elijah began the live.
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Jennifer collapsed onto the couch in the dressing room, exhausted. The live had lasted four hours, and her vocal cords, although trained for long hours of singing, were telling her if they sang any more they’d personally make sure she never sang again. Neko gently set her guitar in its case, taking a long gulp of her canned tea before glancing at Jennifer’s legs and sitting down on top of them. Fuwairu sat on the other, empty, couch drinking from the bottled water the staff had handed to him.
“Dame! No more! I can’t take it!” Hatori didn’t make it to the couches, and instead just collapsed on the floor just inside the room. Her drumsticks went rolling across the floor as she let them go, too tired to care.
“You sat there the entire time! Come on! At least stand up to play an instrument!” Neko flung the now empty tea can at the girl on the floor, laughing as it hit her head.
The remaining band member walked through the open door, closing it behind her. She nodded once to her band mates and sat down in a chair by the corner where she’d left her stuff. She set down her bass and opened a can of imported soda, ready to go home already.
When the door opened again, everyone sighed relief and grabbed their things. The very presence of the manager meant he was ready to drive them back to their apartment in downtown Tokyo.
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Within seconds the stage was filled with sound as those with instruments caught their cue. The lights went down, focusing purely on the singer with the American name, Jennifer. She stepped up to the mic, gently caressing the side as the heavy beat died down and only light drumming was heard. The words were almost whispered, softly, in Japanese. The words faded to nothing, and the drums died.
The bass roared to life, and within a few chords the drums revived, bringing the guitar with them. Words followed, and there was no doubt that what was created was rock.
Elijah began the live.
∑∑∑∑∑
Jennifer collapsed onto the couch in the dressing room, exhausted. The live had lasted four hours, and her vocal cords, although trained for long hours of singing, were telling her if they sang any more they’d personally make sure she never sang again. Neko gently set her guitar in its case, taking a long gulp of her canned tea before glancing at Jennifer’s legs and sitting down on top of them. Fuwairu sat on the other, empty, couch drinking from the bottled water the staff had handed to him.
“Dame! No more! I can’t take it!” Hatori didn’t make it to the couches, and instead just collapsed on the floor just inside the room. Her drumsticks went rolling across the floor as she let them go, too tired to care.
“You sat there the entire time! Come on! At least stand up to play an instrument!” Neko flung the now empty tea can at the girl on the floor, laughing as it hit her head.
The remaining band member walked through the open door, closing it behind her. She nodded once to her band mates and sat down in a chair by the corner where she’d left her stuff. She set down her bass and opened a can of imported soda, ready to go home already.
When the door opened again, everyone sighed relief and grabbed their things. The very presence of the manager meant he was ready to drive them back to their apartment in downtown Tokyo.
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