Young people with light music will not encounter lonely rock music

Is it—

Miss Goto still has such a magical talent? !

"Hey! Ichiri! This is not a guest, it's Kotobuki-kun."

Yijizhi Hongxia quickly explained.

"what?"

A pink figure suddenly jumped out from under the table.

Goto Issato's face was almost distorted into Crayon Shin-chan's, with tears in his eyes, as if he had been greatly wronged.

"It's just... working part-time is too difficult..."

Goto Ichiri couldn't help crying.

I can't help but tremble when facing strangers. Only when I'm with familiar people can I barely have a normal conversation.

The job was just horrible.

Facing society is definitely like going to hell.

It is so difficult for high school students to find a job. Then after graduation, looking for a formal job will be more painful than going to hell.

Sure enough, the ultimate destination for a social loser like me is to be a squatter at home, an old man or a housewife.

But it’s impossible for me to get married if I can’t even talk to strangers.

I'm sorry, Dad, Mom.

I ask you two to work harder in the future and let your eldest daughter grow moldy in the closet...

"Isn't Yili doing a great job? The guests' drinks were not delayed at all, and they all completed the work to ensure the quantity. In the future, wouldn't it be good to make progress slowly?"

Kotobuki Mitsuru picked up the martini glass and sniffed it.

? !

The smell is unexpectedly pure?

"Kotobuki-kun, Tama!"

Itichi Hongka couldn't help but take away Kotobuki Hikaru's cup and hid it inside the bar. After that, she might as well invite her sister or Miss PA to enjoy it.

"You're not old enough to drink yet."

"I was just joking, I didn't expect that Yili would actually make it..."

"Yes...I'm sorry..." Goto Kazuri apologized solemnly.

"Why are you saying sorry? Didn't Yili do a good job? He quickly completed the customer's difficult request and the quality of the work was very good."

"Ah..." There was light in the girl's eyes.

"You have taken the first step forward, one mile."

"Eh?" Goto was stunned for a moment.

Is it just one step...

Shouldn’t it be that we have already crossed thousands of mountains and rivers?

"Shh!"

Yijizhi Hongxia suddenly made a gesture of silence.

Then he pointed to the stage.

On the stage, the performing band has already begun to introduce themselves and warm up.

"Once the show starts, there's not much else to do."

Itachi Hongxia's eyes turned to the band under the spotlight on the stage, surrounded by people cheering.

They are so dazzling under the light that they are sought after by the guests.

"Good work, everyone."

Two female high school students wearing different uniforms entered the bar from the entrance.

"Huh? Didn't the front desk care?"

"The store manager and I made an exchange." Yamada Ryo said expressionlessly. "The band performing today is very popular, let me learn from it."

"The store manager said I was just here to help... what I have done now is enough." A smile appeared on Kita's face.

"Oh, where is my sister? She has this kind of personality, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, arrogant?"

Too figurative.

As he spoke, the band on the stage began their official performance.

Everyone consciously closed their chat boxes and turned their attention to the stage together.

The band on stage was so dazzling.

However, for them to end the band, it seemed a bit harsh.

They were so immature that they were too small compared to the band on stage.

So I will yearn for it.

So I will be envious.

So jealous...

That’s why I want and work hard.

Goto Ichiri's eyes were also attracted by the figure on the stage.

Maybe this is what is called, everyone in the band can shine.

"When we end, the band will be just like them, standing on the same stage, under the same lights, shining brightly."

The young man spoke to himself.

Such arrogant words are just like the 30 years in Hedong and the 30 years in Hexi in the novel.

Anyone who hears this will laugh.

But the girls gradually shifted their attention from the band on the stage to the boy outside the bar.

"Hmm." The three said in unison.

Only the most cheerful girl's face flashed with loneliness for a moment, and she bit her lower lip.

Chapter 33 Personality of Self

Many Livehouse guests come for a specific band.

Therefore, it is inevitable that the number of people in the exhibition hall will gradually decrease after the performance begins.

The number of customers gradually decreased, and the two people working at the bar became more leisurely.

Yamada Ryo was entrusted with the task of checking the tickets of outgoing guests, but this job was taken away by Kita.

Just pamper her.jpg.

Yamada Ryo was not pretentious and watched the band's performance as an audience.

Regardless of the number of guests, the bands on the stage still exerted 100% of their strength and showed their most perfect state to the audience.

Ryo Yamada stood among the crowd, not too close to the booth, and kept a certain distance from other guests, resulting in the current situation where he was clearly integrated into the crowd, but yet incompatible with them.

The girl looked at the performance on the stage expressionlessly. It is true that there are differences between the bands, and sometimes she would show some disappointment.

But the bands that can perform on stage at Stars, all, all are much better than the band that is closing now.

Ryo Yamada let out a quiet sigh, barely noticeable amidst the cheers of the crowd.

"What's wrong, Ryo?"

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind Yamada Ryo.

It startled her, but it was just a sudden shock to her body.

"What...it turns out to be light."

"Why do you have such an expression in such a cheerful atmosphere?" Kotobuki Hikaru said, giving her a glass of kuolo.

But at room temperature.

After touching the temperature, Yamada Ryo was obviously a little disgusted.

"How does this band's performance look to the light?"

sizzle...  

The coke was taken away from the cup. After drinking it, Yamada Ryo let out a small burp.

"How...it's not bad...it's quite popular in the eyes of the audience."

"This band on stage, I watched them gradually get to where they are today."

"Ten years old fan?"

Yamada Ryo glanced at him, but he was not angry at Kotobuki Hikari's joke.

"They started out as just a small band, composing their own music. They started performing in the open air, and now they are performing in Livehouses."

"That's amazing..." Kotobuki sighed.

"However, their songs now are completely different from what they were at the beginning. They have their own characteristics. Although they are not popular, they have a group of very loyal fans."

Yamada Ryo introduced, and Kotobuki Mitsuru didn't rush to interrupt, but just listened silently.

"However, from one day on, they suddenly changed their style and began to write the kind of songs that would make the band popular. Suddenly, they had more fans from passers-by, but before, their personality was completely abandoned, and their old fans also It faded away and became what it is now, a band that played for the heat.”

There was obvious disappointment in Yamada Ryo's eyes.

Unknowingly, the plastic cup containing Coca-Cola was also pinched a bit, making a crackling sound.

"Every band has different goals... Some bands work hard to maintain their own personality, such as Secondhand Rose, but there are also many bands that play just for popularity."

"A band that gives up its identity is trash."

Different from Kotobuki Hikari's words that are as gentle as possible, Yamada Ryo's speech has never been concealed at all and is extremely offensive.

"The non-recyclable kind." Yamada Ryo added.

The band on stage finally finished playing.

Everyone in the audience cheered.

Only Yamada Ryo maintained his unchanging expression.

"What's the matter with Hikaru coming to see me?" Ryo Yamada asked after listening to the performance.

"what......"

Kotobuki Hikari hesitated slightly.

Although I want to say.

But there are some things that I can’t say.

"Actually, I wrote a song over the weekend before, and I just wanted you to listen to it and ask for some guidance."

"Did you just write the music?" Yamada Ryo opened his eyes slightly. "Then go to the practice room."

The practice room has been soundproofed.

Therefore, even if the exhibition hall is filled with noisy playing and cheering, as long as the door of the practice room is closed, it seems to be isolated from the world, and only some subtle sounds can be heard vaguely.

Yamada Ryo took out the monitoring headphones from his handbag, and Kotobuki Hikaru also cooperated and plugged in the player he carried with him.

There was not a single word between the two of them, but their coordination with each other was extremely skillful.

For the composer, the music itself contains what he wants to say.

hum...

Kotobuki hit the play button.

Immediately, a brisk prelude came from Yamada Ryo's headphones...