That winter was the very first time in my life I had racked my brain over what present I should get for a girl.
It was morning in the practice room of the Folk Music Research Club. Even though only Chiaki and I were inside, there was barely any space remaining in the room because of the drum set and the amplifiers. The air outside was chilling to the bones, but inside the room, it was really warm.
"The other two girls should be here soon, right?"—I thought to myself, as I stared at the bundled short hair swaying in-between the cymbals. There was no way I could ask Mafuyu—whom I was getting the present for—for ideas; and I had no intention of consulting Senpai either, as it would've definitely piqued her interest.
But when I finally decided to discuss the issue with Chiaki, she asked me this question instead: "Haa? Present?" And threw a punch in my direction.
"What was that for......"
I rubbed my head gingerly as I picked up my fallen bass.
"What's the present for? Come on, tell me again."
Asked Chiaki, as she blew puffs at her fist. Who would have the guts to answer you when you're acting like that? But I was forced to answer, as Chiaki's gaze was becoming sharper and sharper. I stuttered,
"Well, as I was saying, Mafuyu's birthday is coming up soon......"
Another blow. Just as I expected.
"Unbelievable! You shouldn't be approaching me about that if there's even an ounce of sensitivity inside you!"
"Eh? But...... I mean, I do know Chiaki's preferences are vastly different from Mafuyu's, but I have no idea who else I can talk to about this."
"That's not what I meant!"
The third blow. I was already getting dizzy. Chiaki gave a "hmmph" and began to tune the snare drum. I let out a sigh and plugged my bass into the amplifiers. What's going on here? Did I say something to piss her off?
"Geez! Nao, stop thinking about pointless things like that and let's begin our practice! Time is precious, you know?"
"I get it......" Guess I'll put the issue of the present aside for now. It was rare for Chiaki to come to school early together with me.
I slung the guitar strap over my shoulder and gripped the neck of my bass tightly. Remnants of the heat from back then still lingered on the strings; and I could even feel the sweat that had flowed from my fingertips at that time being absorbed by my palms.
A week had passed since that storm-like school festival had ended. It was winter now, so it was harder to wake up early; but that didn't stop me from attending morning practice. Because, during the live performance, I had realized just how poor my physical endurance really was.
I barely made it through the two-hour-long nonstop performance on both Saturday and Sunday. And despite having braced myself for the ordeal going in, I guess my emotions were running high because of that strange incident; the entire time, my body was moving against my will, as though it was under the influence of some strange drug. But on the second day, after we had finished our encore—and after my brain had already been drained of the drug—the student council barged backstage and said to Senpai,
"Kagurazaka, there's a whole bunch of people outside who wanted to watch your performance but couldn't get in. Can you guys hold another performance during the kouyasai?" [TLNote: Kouyasai (後夜祭) is the event held at night on the last day of a festival, usually involving dancing near/around bonfires and other events]
To which Senpai readily agreed. Can you imagine just how pitiful it must be when the wax of a candle has completely melted away, and all that remains is the candlewick flickering faintly?
"Right, Nao's back did look really pitiful during the kouyasai." Seems like Chiaki remembers as well. As she tuned the bass drum, she continued, "But Senpai was really happy though. She said you sounded like Springsteen."
"Though I turned into Mori Shinichi later on......" [TLNote: A famous enka singer]
"All the more reason for you to practice!"
Seems like Chiaki's still angry about the issue of the present. She repeatedly stepped on the pedal of the bass drum, and as the bass notes gradually gained rhythm, they interweaved with the beats of the floor tom and transformed into a solid sixteen-beat tempo. The door's still open for ventilation, you know...... Oh well, she's restraining the volume anyway.
I sighed to myself silently—keeping the volume low while drumming continuously was an incredibly difficult feat. Chiaki was becoming more and more impressive, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being left behind.
"Nao's singing sounded a little forced. Perhaps it was because you were playing the bass at the same time. It used to be much more straightforward."
"That's some memory you got there......" She even remembers how I used to sing?
"How long do you think I've been taking music lessons with you?"
"You're right."
Chiaki and I had been classmates for the past ten years. Quite unbelievable, come to think of it. And ten years later, we even joined the same band.
"That's why you have to practice more, to get your fingers accustomed to it. Your singing should become more natural once that happens."
I see. Come to think of it, she's actually drumming and chatting at the same time. Is that also because her hands have gotten used to it after repeated practice?
"Urm, where should I begin our practice? Which phrase?"
"How should I know? Don't depend on me for things like that!"
She was right. I regretted it the moment I asked her. Chiaki puffed her cheeks out, and all the while, her limbs never stopped their task of sketching out the tempo.
"Even I can't know every single thing about Nao."
"Then how much do you know?"
I almost fell forward when a sudden voice came from behind me. When I turned around, my nose almost came into contact with the maroon-colored hair. A pair of sapphire eyes appeared right before me, and I froze on the spot as I stared intently at Mafuyu's face. Her nose and cheeks were slightly red, probably because she was walking to school in the cold winter morning air. How long has she been here? I didn't notice her presence earlier because of the continuous beats of the drums; and Chiaki hadn't seen her either, as her view of Mafuyu was being blocked by my body. Chiaki then stopped her arms with a surprised expression on her face.
"Geez, give us a greeting if you're here already! Morning, Mafu-Mafu!" exclaimed Chiaki, as she lifted her drumsticks in the air.
"...... Morning." Mafuyu shifted her gaze away from me in embarrassment. I did the same as well—my heart was pounding just from briefly crossing sights with her.
That was because—it had only been a week since our live performance at the school festival.
"It's not a good habit to eavesdrop," voiced Chiaki.
"I was not!" Mafuyu shook her head hard, her hair dancing about in the air. "...... It was by accident!"
"H-How much of our conversation did you hear?" I was panicking. Did she hear about the present as well? Mafuyu frowned.
"...... Is there something you want to hide from me?"
"Eh? Ah, no, well......"
"I heard you and Chiaki talking about how you two have been attending music lessons together for years."
Thank goodness. So she only heard our conversation from then onwards.
"Why are you heaving a sigh of relief?"
Mafuyu's question caused my mind to go into panic mode once more. Why is she angry?
"Urm, what?"
"You're always like this, Nao. Your thoughts are always clearly reflected on your face," said Chiaki behind me.
"I-Is that true?"
"You never noticed?"
Mafuyu dealt me a heavy blow when she said that. Chiaki then gave a shrug.
"How could he possibly notice? He's so dense, he wouldn't even realize if he was stung by a bee."
"That much I know."
"Even amoebas possess more nerves than he does."
"That, I know too."
What the hell did I do!?
"Earlier on, he even asked me about Mafuyu's pre-" "Whoaaa!" I stepped over the drums and pressed my hands on Chiaki's mouth. Please don't say that out loud!
"Uhhuuhhh!"
"What? Is there something I must not know?"
When I turned around, the expression on Mafuyu's face looked as though she wanted to interrogate me. Being forced into a corner with nowhere to run, I could only flap my arms about like a dying moth as I tried to come up with something that would satisfy her.
"Morning, my fellow comrades!"
Came a booming voice. A tall silhouette appeared at the opened door. Kagurazaka-senpai leisurely strode into the practice room, with her braided black hair fluttering in the air, then closed the heavy door. I was saved. She might not have known what she was walking into, but I was in a really bad situation.
"Hmm? Young man's about to kiss Comrade Aihara, so Comrade Ebisawa's trying to stop him?"
"No way!" "Not at all!" "Kyouko!"
Senpai removed her guitar case from her shoulder and placed it on the floor, then opened the door with a smile.
"In order to not interrupt you three, I'll just leave the camcorder running and stay outside for about five minutes. Please continue what you were doing."
"Hold on, hold on! What the heck did you come here for? Let's begin our morning practice! You know, the morning practice!?"
I tried my hardest to get her to stay.
"You need to practice kissing in the morning? I never expected you to be such an innocent guy. I see, I am willing to help you out."
"Why is Senpai thinking in that direction!? We're a band, are we not!?"
Senpai turned around and closed the door, then lifted her index finger.
"We're no ordinary band, yeah? We're the blackbirds <feketerigó>, burning through the night with the flames of love, and ours wings will declare to the world the advent of dawn."
"Okay......" And so?
"If we ever become popular one day, and someone requests that we take part in a movie shoot, wouldn't it be problematic if we couldn't get the kissing scene right?"
"Why are you worrying about such pointless things?"
"As a side note, Comrade Ebisawa's pretty impressive when it comes to kissing," Senpai licked her lips.
"Kyouko~!" Mafuyu shrieked and slammed her fists down on the cymbals next to her. I was surprised by what Senpai said. W-When did that happen!? Ah, no wait, could she be talking about what happened on the third day of our training camp?
"Geez! Music's our main focus!" Chiaki poked Senpai with the tip of her drumstick. "We should concentrate on trying to hold more live performances so we can become famous!"
"The reason I love Comrade Aihara so much is because you always say the right things at the most crucial moment!"
"That trick of yours will only work twice a month at most!"
"What if I throw in a hug and a kiss?"
"Hmm...... make it three times then."
What's with that conversation? Senpai walked past me with a smile and opened her guitar case. Her Les Paul was giving off a black luster.
"I'm happy to see that everyone's flame is still burning. I thought young man was already burned to a crisp, and that it would take you a while for you recover. But it looks like you've steeled your heart already."
Senpai flashed me a smile as she tightened her strings in a sultry manner.
"You will show me an unknown world in our next performance, and the many ones after that, right?"
"We have already found our next performance?"
Asked Mafuyu, as she quickly swung her head around. That was way beyond what I had expected. It looked like she was getting more and more into the live performances.
"No, not yet. I want to hold one more performance before the end of the year, but I wish to aim higher. I have no intention of staying in the same spot."
"An even bigger stage?" asked Chiaki.
"That's right. Somewhere we'll receive no support from the audience."
Kagurazaka-senpai was someone that refused to remain in the same spot forever—she always aimed higher and higher. How far has she set her sights? And can I really keep up with her pace?
"No worries."
Senpai smiled as she briefly looked at the small country we were in.
"Even if we're stuck, we should be able to move forward as long as our hearts continue to beat in rhythm. Just like what young man did for Comrade Ebisawa back then."
A clattering sound rang out behind me. I turned around and saw Mafuyu picking up the fallen chairs and amplifiers. She stole a glance at me; but her face became even redder, so she shifted her gaze away. I quickly turned my head towards my bass's amplifiers.
I played quite a few notes wrong during that morning practice—because I had noticed Mafuyu staring at me hesitantly through the corners of my eyes. Needless to say, my singing didn't sound natural at all.
I couldn't get Mafuyu's gaze out of my mind, even during class.
Ever since that incident—
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