Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 314 The Song That Only You Can Do
The chaotic drumbeats echoed endlessly in the melody that flowed outwards like water, eventually becoming regular and orderly, like a drunken girl wandering the streets, finally sobering up a bit, opening her eyes, and looking at the world in a daze.

I was wearing a blue floral dress that day.

They've gone and never returned, but summer has come~

As the song ended, the audience below the stage became enthusiastic, and cheers rang out from every corner. Yamami Maki turned her head and looked around, unable to suppress the smile on her face.

"Hello everyone, we are today's opening act band, Unit 2—" Miyamura Aya held the microphone in her right hand and made a V sign with her left.

The cheers from the audience grew louder again, and someone shouted, "Izumi-chan changed bands again!"

It seemed she knew Izumi Mizuki, as the girl strummed her guitar twice in response.

"Thank you all for your support~" As Aya-chan spoke, the instruments and effects pedals on stage were already adjusted, and Jun Matsueda nodded to the girl, indicating that the next song could begin.

The musicians on stage lowered their heads, focusing their attention on their instruments, and the underground space fell silent once again.

Yamami Maki looked up at Matsueda Jun, whose eyes were lowered. The light overhead cast large shadows on the boy's face, making him look somewhat cold and aloof. But the girl knew that Matsueda-kun would not refuse her.

The electric guitar sounded first in the silent space, and after a short chord build-up, the brisk bass and drums started up together, and people's bodies began to sway to the melody.

The drumbeat quickened, and the girl began to sing, "I'm waiting for you~ I'm waiting for you~"

"Even endless tomorrows can be traversed~"

"Stop walking, turn around, and sigh at the endless days of today~"

Simple yet powerful chords, in a repetitive melody, convey the most classic and passionate youthful feeling of Japanese rock. Yamami Maki watched the boy on stage strike the cymbals with his steady right hand; the movements were so simple, yet so captivating.

"Things like 'forever,' memories and all that~"

"Knowing full well that none of this can be preserved~"

"Yet I still struggle with this, scratching my head in frustration, crying in the corner of my memory~"

The girl's singing style was not as ethereal and lyrical as in the previous song, but instead returned to its original dry vocals, like a confession in a diary, which perfectly matched the simple rhythm.

"I want you to remember those things~"

"The wonderful times we spent together through the city~"

"I still regret that day when I fled before I could even utter a word—"

As the voices faded and the interlude began, Jun Matsueda continued moving his hands and looked up at the audience.

Yamami Maki could be spotted at a glance in the rhythmic crowd, and the boy playing the drums laughed.

Many people in the audience raised their right hands, extending their index and little fingers in a metal salute gesture to show their approval of the band.

Only the senior student stood out from the rows of metal ceremonies, giving a thumbs-up as if in approval, and swaying cutely to the rhythm.

Jun Matsueda had seen her make this gesture before. Last year, when the brass band was holding a training camp for the brass band competition, and when Maki Yami was still the captain, the girl briefly gave a thumbs up while watching her members train.

"You played wonderfully~" He still remembered the girl's smiling, approving tone.

At this moment, the girl in the audience did not say such a thing. She simply extended her right hand and never lowered it. The light in her eyes followed Matsueda Jun's movements. Yamami Maki was so focused that she did not even notice that her gesture was so different from the others in the crowd.

Jun Matsue watched as the girl's fair thumb shook stubbornly and firmly in the crowd. Senior was always like this; she didn't come to watch the practice often, but she was always the most focused one.

She would carefully ask herself if her position would affect his movements when she sat down.

She would try to help him adjust the cymbals, and when she discovered that she had left fingerprints on the brass-colored metal, she would give an apologetic smile.

She would silently note down the parts where he made mistakes, and the next time he performed that part, her gaze would turn towards him, and after a successful performance, she would applaud silently to express her joy.

She would, just as she was now, pour her whole heart and soul into his playing, her body and soul swaying with the melody. For Jun Matsueda, that was the best recognition imaginable. He knew that the girl's behavior wasn't because of the drums, but because of him.

The musical phrase repeated itself, "I still regret the day I fled before I could utter a word—"

Miyamura Aya put down the microphone and looked behind her. Yamami Maki, who was standing below the stage, stood on tiptoe. She knew that, according to the previous rehearsal, the last part of the vocals was to be sung by Matsueda.

The long forty-second interlude features amplified bass, guitar, and drum sounds intertwined, the rhythmic beat like a bespectacled, perpetually silent young man, gathering the courage to utter his clumsy words.

As the drumsticks left the drumhead, Jun Matsueda moved closer to the microphone placed to the side. The drumbeats and electric guitar disappeared, leaving only the rapid, deep bass that stirred people's hearts.

Holding the gift given to him by someone, the boy looked at the girl in the audience who was always giving him a thumbs up, and their eyes met in the air without flinching.

"I'm waiting for you."

"I'm waiting for you."

"Even endless tomorrows can be traversed in a flash~"

The boy's singing voice was clean and natural, carrying a sense of unrestrained emotion and self-abandonment, echoing above the quiet crowd.

Yamami Maki looked towards the stage. The girl was certain that the boy on stage was singing to her. In the bustling crowd, he was looking only at her.

Unlike when we sat to the side of Matsueda during practice and watched him play and sing, our direct gazes now seemed to express our feelings without any concealment, shooting into each other's hearts without hesitation.

The girl then understood what he meant—the view from the front of the stage was definitely better than standing on the side.

"I'm still scratching my head in frustration today."

"Unforgettable thoughts, a lingering sadness—"

Jun Matsue's slightly melancholic voice rose in pitch, and the boy hummed "ah ah" as if cheering himself up. The tight cymbal sounds and guitar reappeared, becoming a catalyst for expressing his feelings.

He finally sang the last line.

"It's absolutely unacceptable if I don't belong to you—"

There was no singing style, no pitch, just simple shouting to release emotions, and even a few cracked voices.

Because this is genuine emotion without any embellishment.

Jun Matsue wanted to know what kind of scenery they would see if they continued walking with the girl who was looking at him at that moment.

The song didn't end. In the enthusiastic outro, the quiet crowd swayed once again. Yamami Maki lowered her raised hand and looked down at the ground, which was now submerged in trousers and shoes.

The girl pressed her hands to her cheeks, her face burning hot—of course, anyone would look like that if they were being stared at by the boy on stage and said those words.

but.

However, Yamami Maki asked herself a question.

Was what Songzhi just sang just lyrics?
"The performance was a great success!" The girls walked off the stage with their instruments, with Jun Matsueda carrying the drums and walking at the back with the staff.

“Matsue sang really well at the end.” Izumi Mizuki turned to look at him. “He had a lot more feeling for it than when we practiced before.”

The boy's smile was indifferent until the girl standing below the stage walked backstage—Yamami Maki waved excitedly to them, or rather, to him.

Perhaps it was because he had played too many drumbeats, but Jun Matsueda felt his heart beating a little faster.

The girl's face still bore traces of blush, the color of love for one person.

It is also the color of immorality, rose.

　The color of immorality rose was originally intended as the title of this volume.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)