Do I really have a thing for female voice actors?

Tazaki Toru was never one to hesitate, and since the other party had said so, and Tazaki Toru himself did not intend to commercialize the song, he immediately nodded in agreement.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Teacher Mika."

Give me five minutes.

She sat down in front of the drum kit, put on her headphones, tapped the bass drum a few times, and carefully looked at the sheet music. Her drumsticks spun back and forth, rhythmically striking the drumhead.

After listening for only a short while, Tazaki Toru confirmed in his mind that this Mika-sensei did indeed possess genuine skills.

"I'm ready."

This time, Toru Tazaki did not participate in the ensemble, but instead sat in a corner of the recording studio with Koko Kobayashi, enjoying Mika-sensei's solo performance.

Mika-sensei truly lives up to her reputation as the technical advisor for the project; her skill level is exceptional and undoubtedly professional.

Compared to her opponent, Kobayashi Koko is still far behind.

However, Kobayashi Koko is still young and in the growth stage, so there is no rush.

Furthermore, Toru Tazaki does not intend to include this level of drum kit in MyGO's songs.

This was just one of his attempts.

The drum recording went very smoothly; Mika made almost no mistakes throughout, her precision was like that of a drumming machine.

After it was over, Kobayashi Koko stood up with great admiration and clapped continuously.

Tazaki Toru was full of praise and didn't hold back his compliments.

It seems like this trip was really worthwhile; I was able to meet such an amazing drummer and record a new song for him.

In this way.

Perhaps it can be done in Tazaki Toru's own way.

We did something for that girl who longed for the stage.

206. Ms. Sasaki, please keep your promise.

Shibuya streets.

A car stopped by the street, and a girl got out, carrying a violin case and a heavy speaker.

The driver was the agent; it was her usual roadshow day.

"Miss Sasaki, I'll come pick you up when it's over."

The agent, who was sitting in the driver's seat, rolled down the window and said to her.

"Yes, thank you. I've been troubling you all this time."

"This is all part of my job. Okay, I'll be going now. I can't park here for too long."

“Um, Manegasan…”

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

She stood in the autumn wind, which was rather noisy today and almost blew her beret off her head. She had to press the hat tightly against her head.

"It's about the audition last time..."

Upon hearing this, the agent suddenly realized which match Sasaki Riko was referring to.

"I heard they're still holding auditions. This is the first time I've encountered one that's been going on for so long. It seems like they haven't been able to find someone they like yet."

"I see."

Clearly, the implication of not having met the right person is quite obvious.

Her performance failed to attract the attention of the project team, even though she had participated several times. Each time, Sasaki Riko could proudly declare:

She has done her best.

Even so, not a single message was received, and the outcome was already obvious.

"Should we go again next time? I know quite a few people have already received rejection notices. Since the project team hasn't sent us any rejection notices, I think we still have a good chance."

"I……"

The manager's words made sense, but Sasaki Riko could sense it herself.

She had given it her all, but the audition lasted for months, and she didn't know if she could perform better in the next audition.

They didn't understand what kind of singing was needed to gain the project's approval.

She felt like a rope suspending a heavy object, on the verge of breaking. She would feel relieved if the weight was put down, but deep down she was looking forward to the moment it would snap.

Only by cutting ties completely and clearly could she feel relieved and convince herself to give up.

Continuing to drag this out might just be a waste of time and only add to the sorrow.

Seemingly sensing Sasaki Riko's thoughts, her manager said, "It's okay, don't worry about it so much, anyway, you haven't been eliminated yet."

"But if Miss Sasaki doesn't want to go, I won't force you."

Sasaki Riko opened her mouth and softly replied, "I understand, thank you."

"Okay, I'm leaving then."

After the car drove away, Sasaki Riko found a quiet intersection with few pedestrians and went about her usual routine.

The autumn wind was indeed a bit restless today. Her hat, which she had been holding back for a long time, was still chased away by the wind. She chased it for a long way and picked up the beret, which was covered with some mud, in the green belt.

Open the violin case, plug in the amplifier, and place the whiteboard with your name on it next to it.

To prevent the whiteboard from being blown away by the cold wind, I specially found some stones and propped them up on the base.

It was still early, and there weren't many pedestrians around.

Although it was Shibuya, she deliberately chose a relatively remote location.

Elsewhere, there are colorful giant screens everywhere, and compared to the singers appearing on those screens, one's own singing voice may seem inferior.

Despite debuting for many years, he has remained relatively unknown. The once blazing flame has now become a faint flickering flame, swaying uncertainly in the cold night.

I plugged in the amplifier, slung the guitar over my shoulder, and my phone buzzed in my coat pocket.

It was a birthday greeting sent by the telecom operator.

Oh, speaking of which, today is her birthday.

If she becomes more popular, she might even be able to hold a special birthday performance.

She even held a birthday party, where many fans from all over the country came to celebrate her birthday.

Even she would have such fantasies.

She even fantasizes that one day, all those towering billboards and big screens will be filled with her image.

Since it's a dream, let's make it grand.

But the reality is that you stand in front of a green belt on a remote street.

A cold wind, blowing from who-knows-where, plucked the icy strings with stiff fingers.

I wouldn't say I was resentful, just a little discouraged.

Even so, she still has no intention of giving up.

"Hello everyone, I'm Riko Sasaki."

Even if she's facing thin air, the road, or a traffic light, she'll shout out her name.

I want to firmly believe that one day, her name will leave an indelible mark on this cannibalistic city.

……

……

Night falls.

Tazaki left the station and followed the navigation, circling back and forth on the street.

He was definitely not suited for Shibuya; he was prone to getting lost, and the crowds were too dense.

Sometimes, Tazaki Toru could suddenly understand why Tachibana Rin didn't like going out, especially in the sweltering heat and freezing cold. She found it much more pleasant to stay in the music room and play her favorite pieces.

Walking alone on the street, the traffic lights were flashing slightly, and I stopped at the crosswalk.

From afar, one could already hear the girl's singing.

It has lost some of its former gentleness and brightness, and is filled with an indescribable loneliness, carrying a restlessness that wants to be vented.

The song was so perfectly in tune with the voice in his mind that he stood there for two red lights, unwilling to take a step.

As Tazaki Toru crossed the road, he gradually saw the girl's figure clearly and discovered that she had quite a few spectators today, about five or six people surrounding her.

Tazaki Toru was not in a hurry and watched from a distance.

The singing was different from usual, expressing a more fervent outpouring than ever before.

It is a yearning for the stage and a dedication to dreams.

In the distance lies Shibuya's largest intersection, and billboards between buildings display the names of many celebrities and idols that even Tazaki Toru can name.

Do unknown street performers ever dream of performing on a big stage in the middle of the night?

Tazaki Torukai.

I dreamt of those girls who harbored dreams, standing in the center of their dream stage.

Tazaki Toru thought that although he usually acted very modestly, only he knew the truth.

Deep down, I am actually quite arrogant.

He was so arrogant that he believed he could give her whatever she wanted all by himself.

But this is just a smokescreen.

Tazaki Toru is not a god; he is merely a composer with exceptional talent.

And dreams should not be given to us by others; we must grasp them ourselves.

All Tazaki Toru could do was say to her when she was about to give up, when the pain was consuming her and she was on the verge of surrendering:

你 Can 做 arriving.