teenrebellion | space 🎶 mizuki

I'd like to.

Alright, alright. [ ... ] Let's go to the bar, then. This isn't the best place to play.

[ these rooms suck! ]

After you.

[ she will follow! ]

[ to the bar! ...where's an adult to order them drinks tch

he'll just go ahead and find a place to settle, carefully handling his guitar. ]

I don't have an amp, so it's not going to sound like a concert or anything.

[ before she ribs him on that. ]

Yeah, yeah—I know how a guitar works!

[ compared to a pro guitarist? raises eyebrow. ]

Just saying. You wouldn't be the first one here who doesn't care about music, anyway.

[ which is whatever!! once he's settled, he pulls a pick from one pocket and starts to play. no vocals involved, just the most intense rock song he can think of, just for the challenge.

with all of his focus going into it, mizuki can feel how he just sinks into the music - gradually at first, until it starts to take over like a trance, erasing the anger and frustration he'd been swimming in before. that chord here, followed by the riff he'd practiced weeks to really get down... where this day has been nothing but confusion, at least a song makes sense. ]

[ She definitely sees it—and feels it, too. And she wouldn't dare interrupt it, so she leans back and listens, all the way through. ]

[ there are a few blips here and there where a flash of annoyance come through as he doesn't hit the chord quite right or misses the beat by half a note, but even that shifts right back into focus to recover and keep going. he'd chosen a tough song for a reason; there are bound to be some mistakes.

but it's only a few minutes, so before long, the last notes of the outro are fading in the air, and kazuki lets out a sigh. ]

[ Aaaand... fin. She lets that hang in the air for a moment, then: ]

Hey, that was pretty good.

I'm not in a band for nothing.

[ there's no heat to that, he's actually pretty content now. he'll keep strumming a little bit though. ]

Well, how was I supposed to know! Are you pro?

[ a slight hesitation there. ]

Yeah, kind of. I'm still in school for a few months, but thanks to Isshiki-san, we have a lot of fans right out of the gate. We were already talking about more concerts if things in Shinjuku go okay.

Nice! You're pretty lucky—most don't ever make it that far.

I know. If I hadn't met Akito, I'd still be stuck playing at home.

[ there's a little bit of sulkiness as he says that but he's pushing it aside. ]

Having to work around classes is kind of annoying, but we've made it work so far.