After getting married, a popular seiyuu suddenly moved to my house

Chapter 68 A 63.19-year-old girl lights up the stars tonight.

In the concert hall, the lights are bright. The last time he entered here, Kazuto Mogami was unable to capture the whole concert hall because of the light problem, so this was the first time he saw it clearly.

On the stage, Aimi Terajima was plucking the strings of the guitar, from the sixth string to the first string, without the help of a tuner, and completed the tuning only by hearing.

Because the audience under the stage was only Mogami Kazuto, he did not stand at the end like before, but came to a position near the edge of the stage, looking up at Aimi Terajima on the stage.

Of course, the bottom of the skirt must be invisible, and he will not look at it.

The girl's light brown mid-length hair, under the light, is flowing with a touch of glazed gold, and a few strands of braided braids on the right side hang down with the soft hair.

"Onomi, it's okay anytime."

Miss Asano's voice came from the mixing console not far away.

Aimi Terashima nodded on the stage, adjusted the position of the microphone, took a breath of air in the concert hall, and moved her cheeks back and forth in her mouth.

The lights were not extinguished, and Mogami Kazuto could clearly see Terashima Aimi's expression, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, showing a slightly demure demeanor, and she was a different person from when she was off stage.

However, such feelings only existed for a few seconds.

Taking a deep breath and holding her breath, the metal pick in the girl's hand dropped, and the fingers of her left hand twirled the strings. Accompanied by the electronic sound of the guitar, her singing gradually rose.

The word demure completely disappeared from the girl.

Affectionate with a hint of mournful singing, unreasonably, occupying the entire live scene.

"Screaming goodbye and gratitude."

"There are more important things than sadness."

"I want to convey to you the back view of going away."

"To feel the warmth and pain."

Not to mention how passionate it is, but for electric guitar, it can be said to be a somewhat soothing song, which is completely different from the feeling Blessing Star brought him.

But the girl's unique magnetic voice, like a bowl of cold water gradually warming up, invaded Mogami and Ren's hearing step by step, from shallow to deep, as if to insert a flag representing occupation deep in his brain.

"I thought it would last forever."

"Depicting our tomorrow, the light that echoes each other."

"Obviously still very hot inside."

The girl's singing gradually became high, with a long and beautiful voice, and after a sudden pause, she opened her slightly narrowed eyes, and there seemed to be stars shining in the pupils.

A burst of quick right-hand taps, left fingertips swipe and dance on the strings, the original soothing rhythm is broken, and the emotions that have been brewing for a long time are ignited and exploded in one breath.

The sharp and gorgeous guitar vibrato, like a ferocious beast out of a cage, swallowed Mogami Kazuto off the stage by surprise.

Even Mogami Kazuto, who is a layman in music, can tell that this is not a skill that novices can release at will, not to mention the gorgeous and smooth movements of the girls on the stage.

Her singing seems to have magical powers, making those who hear her sing suddenly awaken the sad memory hidden in the deepest part of their hearts.

Obviously only a 19-year-old girl, why can the voice be so vicissitudes, like a cocktail being lit at the midnight bar, burning the throat and nerves of the drinker.

Mogami Kazuto gradually couldn't move his eyes away.

Ms. Asano, who was standing in the mixer, quietly recorded this scene.

"We met on a fiery journey."

"We fight hand in hand for the future that we failed to grasp."

"Whenever I realize a dream, I think of you."

"I swear to become stronger with tears in my eyes."

"Use this determination to farewell for you."

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The left hand interrupted the vibrato with a crisp gliding string, and the concert hall fell silent for a moment, as if everything was maintained at the moment before the start of the live.

The girl on the stage breathed a sigh of relief. She played a few wrong notes just now, thinking that the layman uncle would not notice such details. Even so, she still looked at Kazuto Mogami.

However, the sight in front of her left her speechless in astonishment.

Kazuto Mogami still maintains the posture of raising her head, it seems that she has not been able to get out of the cage called music, her handsome and fair face, two transparent drops of water overflowing from the eye sockets, quietly across the cheeks, along the jaw, rolled into his collar.

The girl on the stage, looking at Kazuto Mogami in the audience, was puzzled.

Mogami Kazuto, who finally came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to touch the slightly cold tear stains on his face, he didn't understand why he was crying.

Maybe it was singing, maybe it was the sound of the piano, or maybe it was thinking of some memories that would make him feel sad.

But there is no doubt that the source of all this is because of the girl's singing on the stage.

"Uncle, are you crying?"

With a guitar hanging in her arms, Aimi Terashima held her skirt with one hand, squatted down on the edge of the stage, and looked at Kazuto Mogami strangely.

How can I describe this feeling?
She has also been touched by music and shed tears, but she does not think that her music has the power to make people cry.

Unknowingly lost her original intention, when music is just a prop for her to feed her hunger, why would anyone cry because of her singing?

In this way, won't it make her heart of music, which has long been dead, look forward to herself again.

Mogami Kazuto remained silent, wiped away his tears secretly, and then slowly said: "You sang well, I'm impressed."

"It's the first time I see someone who will cry because of my song."

"I was also shocked. I didn't expect you to be so good. You can already debut as a professional singer."

"Even if it's flattery, it's a bit overblown."

"I'm serious, there are people in this world who can sing worse than you and can make CDs."

"Is there really such a person?"

"And there are guys who will buy 2000 of those CDs."

"Then I really want to see what that person looks like."

Sorry, just like me.

In the upper right corner of the field of vision, the icon flickered slightly, and Mogami Kazuto had no time to check. At the mixing console not far away, Ms. Asano walked towards them while applauding.

"Omi Ono, the performance just now was too good, my eyesight was right."

"Thank you."

Aimi Terashima stood up, jumped off the stage with the guitar in her arms, and put the guitar back in her bag.

"It's a pity not to form a band at this level."

Aimi Terashima shook her head: "A wild cat like me won't stay in the band for long."

"Onomi, you can't find a suitable band because you want to be the lead singer and the lead guitar at the same time. Why do you have to be so obsessed with these two things?"

Aimi Terashima didn't speak, obviously she didn't want to answer this question, she is not good at communicating with others, when asked a question that troubled her, she would just keep silent.

"Really, the temper is exactly the same as my Xiaokong." Ms. Asano shook her head helplessly, she had already made up her mind.

"Most of the bands here in Akihabara have lead singers who also play rhythm guitar. It's normal for a lead singer like me who wants to be the lead guitar to be disliked by others."

"It will be considered as trying to steal the limelight."

Aimi Terajima nodded silently, as an acknowledgment.

"Hey, Onomi, although it's a bit abrupt, I still want to ask your wishes now."

"What is it? Miss Asano." Aimi Terashima looked at her suspiciously.

"Are you interested in joining Blessing Star?"

　The reason why I chose this song was because when I watched the movie version, it was really...so good to cry, the tears couldn't stop.

　　Maybe it's because when I get older, the tears become very low, but I think about it.

　　When I was 16 years old, I would cry and wet my pillow under the quilt because of a big family of dumplings. Thinking about it this way, I may not have changed at all.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)