Uneasy daily life

【surface?】

Bai Ying said earnestly, "That's respect in my heart!"

[Do you respect me so much that you want to hang me on the wall?]

Bai Ying thought for a moment and asked, "Shall we light a few more incense sticks? What scent do you like?"

[…How did I get caught up in this again? Anyway, I brought the lyrics today, and I'm taking the train to Shimokitazawa right now.]

Bai Ying shouted, "Foolish! Creation requires inspiration! Inspiration! It's not something you can just conjure up with a few words!"

Inspiration... umm~

Yukinoshita Haruno said in a playful low voice, "Would you like to borrow my hand to play with?"

Ok?

The white figure thought like lightning—on the train back, she had first encountered the chain reaction of 'Forgotten Mai Sakurajima—Mental Transmission—Stand Rebellion—Intensified Hand-Biting Desire'. 9528 was right next to her at the time, and she was suppressing her Stand, so she didn't have the energy to pay attention…

"I want pickled pepper flavored chicken feet."

The white figure said solemnly.

【Hi hi~ Xiaoyang will be ready.】

Yukinoshita Haruno drawled out her words.

Bai Ying hung up the phone and sighed, "I never expected that my secret, which I've kept hidden for so many years, would be exposed by a mere Warrior Plus."

"What does this have to do with me? No, what do you mean by 'Hero Plus'? Call me 'senpai' properly."

Thinking about what Bai Ying had just said, Mai Sakurajima asked as naturally as possible, "What are you doing today? Are you preparing to work on song lyrics?"

"No, I have an appointment to eat a meal that's one of the worst in the world."

The white figure sat on the chair, swaying from side to side, as if its soul was gradually being flung out of its body.

"Top three?"

Mai Sakurajima asked a question, but in her heart she was considering how to express it... Should she ask about puberty syndrome? It seemed that the hater was also clueless for the time being. Asking repeatedly would only add to the trouble of a problem that could not be solved at the moment, but she was really quite free after school started summer vacation.

"A meal for a blind date, a meal for a class reunion, a meal for a client."

Bai Ying stood up, clenched her fist, and said, "I'm going to challenge myself to write the lyrics on the tram!"

I went back to my room, grabbed my laptop, and went to the entryway to change my shoes.

The white figure glanced back at Sakurajima Mai, who looked like she was about to leave.

"You're trying to follow me?"

"I'll go as well."

Mai Sakurajima crossed her arms and offered a perfunctory excuse: "As the lead actress, I have to carefully review the soundtrack for my last film before I retire from the industry."

The white figure looked around, then said in a serious tone, "There's no one else here. Are you scared? Come on, say 'TasK Daddy'..."

Sakurajima Mai smiled and gritted her teeth, saying, "Feet!"

Sinai!

……

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[Starry Night], an underground performance hall in the Shimokitazawa area of ​​Tokyo.

These underground performance halls are quite common in Shimokitazawa, providing performance stages and professional equipment for various bands and singers. They rely on ticket sales and snacks to generate revenue, much like the business model of movie theaters, except that they cannot provide a good sleeping environment.

Before they embark on their professional careers, all sorts of amateur musicians will interact with these kinds of performance venues, making a living while working hard and waiting for their opportunities.

Yukino smiled and put away her phone. She sat on the bench, casually strumming the guitar strings, producing a series of broken notes. She moved her lips silently from time to time. After a moment, she stopped, put the guitar aside, and stretched.

"Sister Yang Nai~"

A girl with long blonde hair tied in a side ponytail and a tuft of triangular hair sticking up on her head sat down next to her with great interest and asked curiously and excitedly, "Were you just making a phone call to a professional musician?"

“A musician? Hmm—he probably doesn’t know much about music, he can only write lyrics.”

Yukino Yukinoshita said with great interest, "She's a very interesting person."

"Oh--"

The girl pondered for a moment and said, "A professional lyricist?"

"If I had to say, I guess you could say that." Yukinoshita glanced at the three people at the table not far away and asked, feigning confusion, "Could it be that you want him to help write lyrics? I could introduce you."

The girl shook her head and said, "No, no, we're a band, so we have to have our own creative vitality."

A pink-haired girl who had been trembling with fear at the table breathed a sigh of relief.

Yukino raised her voice slightly and suggested enthusiastically, "Your band's lyrics are written by Pochi-chan, right? How about I have him teach Pochi a lesson?"

boom!

"Ah, Pochi-chan has collapsed."

"Goto-san!"

Chapter Sixty-Three: The World Has Left Me

Lyricist.

A building rises from the ground in my mind!

profession.

Upstairs, windows opened one by one, revealing gun barrels, cannon barrels, and rocket nozzles.

Teach me...

Wow, your lyrics are so gloomy!

Bang bang bang!

He was riddled with bullets and torn to pieces.

[Sunshine! Positivity! Upward spirit! Feeling 'yes'—that's unacceptable!]

Boom boom boom!

The shells rained down from the sky, blasting the fragments into dust.

[This is completely unacceptable... Boqi's skill level is too low. Shouldn't we find a professional lyricist for the band's future? I wonder if he can even play guitar.]

Buzz buzz!

The rocket launcher burned the powder directly into a small piece of coke!

I'll definitely become like that!

“Ah, ahahaha…”

It was as if a white flag was popping up on his head, waving vigorously from side to side.

A girl wearing a pink sweatshirt and with a blue and a yellow square hair accessory on the right side of her hair struggled to climb onto the chair. A few strands of her smooth pink hair had already stood up. Her eyes were rolling around as she tried to refuse, saying, "No, no way, hahaha... I, I'm totally not a professional lyricist!"

"No? Hmm, he can definitely say no."

Yukino Yukinoshita nodded her chin: "He can't be considered a professional lyricist, and he hasn't published any works. If we have to talk about his main profession, it would be acting and screenwriting, but of course, he doesn't have any works that have appeared in front of the public..."

"Hmm..." The blonde girl tilted her head, pondering with certainty, "To be valued by Haruno-nee, she must be an amazing person, right?"

A girl with long red hair, exquisite makeup, and bright eyes joined the conversation: "That kind of incredibly talented but unknown eccentric? A lyric-writing genius?"

"Boqi Jiang's lyrics are very well written."

The girl with short blue hair and a beauty mark at the corner of her eye had a dull expression and said indifferently, "I really like Boqi-chan's lyrics."

The pink-haired girl, who had just been on high alert as if her life was about to end, couldn't help but chuckle: "Oh, not at all..."

"Speaking of which, I have some of his plays here."

Yukino Yukinoshita got up, sat down at the table, looked through her phone, and started playing a video.

The four people peered at the scene on their phone screens—a stage that looked quite luxurious, with glimpses of the night sky and the faint murmurs of the audience around them. From some of the scenes, it seemed like an open-air performance in the countryside.

The lyrics-free singing instantly erases all noise, flowing from the phone, and even after being processed by information technology, it can still firmly grab people's ears.

“This singing…”

The blue-haired girl pondered for a moment and said, "Very impressive."

"Who is the person Yang Nai is talking about?"

"It's the person on stage. He's very good at imitating other people's voices. With the costumes and acting skills, all the characters you see are him. As for the puppet, it's a prop."

"Huh? Mai Sakurajima? Mai Sakurajima is in this drama too? That's amazing!"

"The performance was indeed very strong, in terms of acting skills, voice acting, and emotional expression..."

"He's also a playwright."

Yukinoshita Haruno chuckled softly.

Another incomprehensible genius.

The four glanced at the actress playing two roles in the video, and then couldn't help but look at Yukino Yukinoshita—the college student who strolled into the performance hall with her guitar on her back. During the performance hall's review, she passed with a slightly flawed and still somewhat inexperienced performance, but the flaws did not detract from her overall excellence. When she was about to perform on stage, the performance hall owner's evaluation changed to a complete transformation, almost perfect.

Attracting audiences with excellent performances, gaining fans with a confident and cheerful stage presence, and receiving cheers and adoration with perfect performances—it seems to attract talent scouts from record companies... This is the ideal development that every independent band and musician dreams of, turning into a natural and orderly reality.

In just half a month, it became the No.1 in the performance hall, but it wasn't rock and roll at all.

For the current reserve band, consisting of four bean sprouts, the biggest challenge is still to take the stage in the performance hall for their first performance.

"so good……"

The blonde girl climbed onto the table, glanced furtively at the bar, and shouted, "Yono-nee! We want to perform on stage too!"

The long-haired blonde woman behind the bar was working expressionlessly, her triangular ahoge (a single strand of hair on her head) resembling that of the blonde girl swaying slightly.

Performing on stage... well, that kind of thing is still... Ah, after all, isn't the point of forming a band to gain popularity? How can you gain popularity without performing on stage? But if you perform on stage... what if the audience stares at you, you accidentally play a wrong note, or you hiccup? If you mess up during a performance... you'll probably have to commit seppuku to apologize, right?!

The pink-haired girl held her head in her hands, swaying her upper body from side to side, pulling herself apart.

The red-haired girl and the blue-haired girl watched silently.

"Nijika-chan, this has to pass Hoshika-chan's approval first." Yukinoshita Haruno smiled and reached out to rub Nijika's head. "With your level, you'll definitely pass."

Ichiji Nijika smirked smugly: "Hehe! Of course, we've been working really hard..."

"Effort is the cheapest thing," the bartender said calmly. "If you can do it, you can do it; if you can't, you can't. I won't go easy on you."

“Sister—” Ichiji Nijika puffed out her cheeks, “Can’t you say something nicer?”

"Exactly! Hoshigo-chan is too cold!"

Yukinoshita hugged Ijichi Nijika and said with a smile, "Nijika-chan, come be my little sister too. I've always wanted a lively and cute little sister."

"Hey hey hey..."

"Don't add any more sauce!" Seeing the other person trying to steal his sister, the shop manager's forehead veins bulged. "I'm older than you, Yukinoshita!"

"Hey hey~ I got it." Yukino Yukinoshita said, "Anyway, don't worry too much about the review process. If you fail, just try again."

The four of them froze for a moment.

"Alright, enough chit-chat! Everyone else, get to work! Cleaning, tidying up, checking drinks..."

The store manager's voice urging them to finish could be heard.

Before opening time, various preparations began in the performance hall.

Yukinoshita sat down at the bar and greeted them with a smile, "A coffee, please."

"Give."

The store manager, with a sour face, put down a glass of water: "Unauthorized personnel, please come during business hours."

"Hey~ Don't be so heartless, Hoshika-chan." Yukinoshita Haruno chuckled as she watched the four-person band start dividing up their tasks.

"With your skill level, you could totally sign a contract and debut as a professional singer, right?" the shop manager complained. "What are you doing here all the time?"

"I want to kidnap Nijika-chan and make her my little sister~"