Lonely Rock for the Blind.

Maintaining interpersonal relationships is tiring, extremely tiring. Kita Ikuyo absorbs their negative emotions, and then complains about various situations with them, expressing concern, caring, and anger on their behalf.

Shopping, amusement parks, and karaoke are all fun, and Kita Ikuyo doesn't dislike them. However, many cute little toys aren't her cup of tea. She doesn't like them, but she'll still buy them because her friends have.

The first "Kita Ikuyo" bought it, the second "Kita Ikuyo" followed, one after another, until the real Kita Ikuyo herself bought it.

After getting home, I casually tossed it into a corner and ignored it. Perhaps the moment I threw it away was the last time I would ever see it.

Kita Ikuyo was startled at that moment.

My life feels like a cardboard box.

I carefully applied the paint to the cardboard box and placed it gently on the table, but as soon as the wind blew, the box would fly away.

Kita Ikuyo can't just say what she doesn't like; she has to wait until everyone else dislikes it before she can say she dislikes it herself.

Kita Ikuyo can't just say what she likes; she has to wait until everyone else likes it before she can say what she likes.

Kita Ikuyo is a member of the group.

Personality seems to be something that cannot be easily exposed; being ordinary and active is what Kita Ikuyo should do.

In fact, Kita Ikuyo knew that her friends were all very kind and would not interfere with her likes and dislikes.

But... Kita Ikuyo couldn't let go.

She only had these things left, so she didn't want to risk losing them.

She listened to the blue-haired girl's performance, her mouth slightly open.

Is it really okay to express yourself to the people around you like this?

So handsome...

Kita Ikuyo stood there, listening quietly.

I want to... join them...

I want to... share my inner thoughts with those around me.

Kita Ikuyo wanted something more "special".

It's not a fashion trend, nor is it the center of attention.

It's something I want, something that belongs more to Kita Ikuyo.

After that day, Kita Ikuyo asked herself, what is my dream?

Become a makeup influencer!

No, this is my friend's dream.

Become a makeup influencer!

This is another friend's dream...exactly the same...

Become a makeup influencer!

This seems to be the dream of other friends too? Why are we all the same?

Become a makeup influencer!

Is this...my dream?

Kita Ikuyo suddenly felt a chill that came from her heart and permeated her entire body.

fear.

That night she had a nightmare in which everyone in the world became exactly like her.

Kita Ikuyo got scared, so she joined the band the moment the blue-haired girl left and announced the formation of another band. She didn't want to continue like she always did.

As for what happened next... well, she ran away after realizing that practicing hard wasn't working, although actually it was because she bought the wrong instrument...

Kita Ikuyo came out of the bathroom, dried her hair, went back to her room, took a soft breath, and looked at the green guitar on the bed.

"... "

Kita Ikuyo stepped forward and gently picked up the guitar.

Then it bounced slightly.

The melody that had taken shape was then played out.

"...I see...I think I can play a little bit now?"

Kita Ikuyo's cheeks were slightly flushed because she had just taken a shower.

My hair was a little messy, since I had just blow-dried it.

Wearing her pajamas and holding her guitar, she recalled how the boy played the guitar today under the overhead light.

"So handsome... He's even more handsome than Ryo-senpai."

Kita Ikuyo is playing the guitar.

"Even though he's blind, once he gets his hands on a musical instrument, you can't take your eyes off him."

Kita Ikuyo made a mistake by accident, so she tried again.

"Can I... do that too...?"

Kita Ikuyo imagined herself performing in front of the fountain.

Then suddenly I was startled.

She suddenly realized that she no longer seemed to need to imagine?

After all… she really did perform there…

Although it was terrible, it was the first step, and my seniors praised me for doing a great job.

In other words... I'm on the path I want to take... right?

I want to become that kind of person, I want to express myself to those around me.

I want to perform without needing help from my seniors, so that all the audience members can smile.

"Okay... Keep it up!"

Kita Ikuyo smiled and cheered herself up, then took out her phone and played the recording that Nekoyashiki Haru had left for her.

She practiced her guitar, listening carefully to the guitar playing of Nekoyashiki Haru beside her, correcting every detail of the music until she got closer and closer to it.

Kita Ikuyo closed her eyes.

It was as if the boy were really right there beside her.

"One more time!"

the second time.

"One more time."

the third time.

"One more time..."

The eighth time.

Haruto Nekoyashiki wasn't a very good teacher, but fortunately, Ikuyo Kita had a strong learning ability.

Kita Ikuyo used all the finger techniques and tips that Nekoyashiki Haru had mentioned many times.

In the audio, Kita Ikuyo squinted slightly.

I'm sleepy...

Go to sleep.

Kita Ikuyo put down her guitar and then plugged her headphones into her phone.

I fell asleep to the sound of recordings.

Chapter 47 Folt

In the dark wardrobe.

"Video uploaded... OK."

Goto Ichiri looked up and breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the successfully uploaded video in front of her.

"Ah...it seems like there are more people commenting lately."

Looking at her account, "Guitar Hero," Goto Ichiri happily sat on the ground and started rocking back and forth.

"Hehe, oh right, let's change the description under the video too..."

After opening the interface for changing the profile, Goto Ichiri pondered for a moment and then began typing on the keyboard.

Yesterday I went to a BBQ with the band, and my boyfriend was there too. Actually, he's not only on the school basketball team, but he's also an all-around musician.

"…Well…"

Looking at the words he had typed out, Goto Ichiri fell silent for a moment.

"Anyway, no one else will find out..."

After a while, Goto Ichiri comforted himself and clicked the send button.

"I...I didn't lie...I just made a little artistic embellishment...yes! Artistic embellishment!"

Goto Ichiri nodded vigorously.

buzzing~

The phone suddenly vibrated, and Goto Ichiri looked down and picked it up.

"Ah... [Poison Cat] has a performance tonight? With [SICKHACK]? Notifying us now?!"

This is not official information, but a blog spontaneously created by fans of [Poison Cat]. [Poison Cat] himself does not appear to have any social media accounts.

"What should I do? What should I do? I wasn't prepared at all... I didn't prepare mentally for three days in advance at all!"

Goto Ichiri rolled on the ground, banging his head against the cabinet door in an attempt to calm his anxiety.

"No...no!"