Joker's Band Game Story

Joker's Band Game Story

Author: Jiu Shi Jiu

Summary:

A person who had spent his whole life playing in a band arrived in a world that was like paradise—a world where everyone loved music.

What romantic elements will Ren Amamiya, a band mercenary who works for at least 50 bands, encounter with other bands during the game's release, and how should he act to avoid the occurrence of gravity fields?

What interesting sparks will fly when band members from different bands collide?

In an interview, a man described as "the bassist's lover," "the guy with two instruments," "the king of band mercenaries," "a vixen who is suspected of seducing multiple women," "the strategist who has created over a hundred songs," and "the manipulator behind the band" stated that his titles were largely exaggerated.

However, many people have doubts about this, since some of the titles do indeed match.

"No, at least I have to admit one thing: I am not a fox spirit, but a real person."

Ren Amamiya, who was pinned to the ground by the women and unable to get up, said these words before being dragged into the basement.

PS: (This work contains some out-of-character (OOC) content. Yes, I'm talking about you, Mother Hen, episode 7.)

The end of crychic

Chapter 1: Maybe you should just disband.

Thunderstorm, another thunderstorm.

On a stormy evening, everyone in the room was deathly silent, staring at the keyboardist sitting at his desk.

The four people had different expressions. The guitarist stared blankly at the other person, saying nothing. She was like a puppet, unresponsive to the keyboardist's words, just staring at him.

The lead singer gripped the microphone tightly, her voice barely audible, as if it were being suppressed. She seemed to want to say something, but nothing came out. She simply lowered her head, knowing exactly what her performances had been like all along—absolutely terrible.

The bassist opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a word. She slumped to the ground, unable to speak, tears welling in her eyes. She wanted to say something, but every time she opened and closed her mouth, she couldn't utter a single word.

Only the drummer stared intently at the keyboardist, seemingly suppressing her anger, and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Say it again?!"

She seemed to be really about to lose her temper, the drumsticks in her hand making a cracking sound, as if she was about to break them at any moment.

Even so, the keyboardist kept talking, not stopping his words, but instead going even further, each word piercing the heart.

"Say it again, or even ten times. How long have I been in this band? Two weeks, right? In these two weeks, which practice session was ever in the right state?"

The keyboardist stood up, his black school uniform accentuating his glasses to keep them from falling off. He glanced around at the four people and repeated what he'd said earlier: "If you guys continue like this, you might as well disband. What's the point of continuing a band that's lost its soul?"

"Dismissed..."

When this word appeared before everyone, everyone's heart couldn't help but tremble.

This was the first time they had heard this word; before this, they had only heard words like 'quit'.

Disband the band, disband this band that made everyone happy, disband this band that filled everyone with memories.

How can this be? !

Upon hearing the keyboardist's words, the drummer nearly dropped his drumsticks.

She glared at the keyboardist, her anger intensifying.

"You actually said disbanding... You, an outsider who knows nothing, dare to talk about disbanding?!"

She clicked her tongue loudly, seemingly disgusted by the keyboardist. She hadn't expected the keyboardist she'd hired to be so repulsive, able to casually utter such words without knowing anything about the situation.

"That's right, as an amateur band, you can't even be genuinely happy. I really don't know..."

But the keyboardist seemed oblivious to what the other person was thinking and kept talking about disbanding.

In his view, there was absolutely no need to rebuild the band.

A band is either a group of people who make money or a group of people who make music; whichever path they choose, they must remain pure.

But this group of people is not pure at all. Although he was just a temporary worker who came to help, he had already seen through everything during the three band practices in the past two weeks.

The person she is replacing should be the soul of this team, perhaps the one who built this team, and perhaps only she can lead this team forward.

Her departure threw everything into complete chaos, exposing everyone's flaws.

He looked around at the four people. The bassist was completely devoid of passion; as the soul of the band, he was as mechanical and stiff as a dead puppet.

The lead singer couldn't even utter a single word, let alone sing.

The guitarist made at least three mistakes in every performance, and these mistakes were all quite basic. This could only mean one thing—she wasn't seriously continuing to play.

As for the drummer, although she herself had the fewest problems with her playing, she was also the one who put the most pressure on the team. After each performance, she would repeatedly talk about everyone's mistakes, but she would not say anything about how to correct them. She just kept putting pressure on her teammates.

So why should a group that is on the verge of breaking up continue to be maintained so carefully?

"What do you know? What do you know!"

The drummer yelled at the keyboardist, tears welling in her eyes, "I didn't invite you here to be a laughingstock!"

"But this place is a joke."

The boy's indifferent words silenced everyone even more; his merciless words pierced through the hearts of everyone present.

Crack! Thunder rumbled outside, its rolling roar seemingly reflecting everyone's inner turmoil. Meanwhile, the relentless downpour continued unabated.

But the cold outside couldn't compare to the temperature inside the room, and even less so to the keyboardist's icy mouth.

“If you’ve only gathered here because of this keyboardist, then you should disband when he leaves, instead of continuing to struggle here. Every time you get together, you’re just wasting time, and you can’t even lick each other’s wounds.”

Yes, they didn't move forward or backward after the keyboardist left; they just stayed in the same place, deceiving themselves into thinking that they were still moving forward.

He's tired of this kind of pretend play. It's not musical, not rock and roll, and not fun at all.

After saying this, he looked at the drummer and saw him lower his head completely. He sighed helplessly, slowly got up, and put the instrument away.

"I won't charge you for today, and I'll refund all the money I've already collected in a few days. Rather than hiring another keyboardist, I'd prefer you to disband now."

Perhaps disbanding is the only way out; escape may be shameful, but it may be useful.

He wasn't familiar with this group of people, and the drummer who invited him only did so because he was relatively famous in the industry. So he didn't care about anyone's feelings and coldly tore away this facade.

"Who are you looking down on...?"

The drummer said through gritted teeth, she hadn't expected the other party to actually return all the money they had received.

Who are they looking down on? Do they really need that little bit of money?

"No, I only serve the band. I misjudged you this time and didn't realize you weren't a band at all."

The boy opened the door and walked out of the room. Before leaving, he left with one last sentence: "After all, I also have to consider my reputation. Playing house is not within my fee range."

boom!

The door closed quickly, as if severing everything, plunging everything into darkness.

"call!"

Suddenly opening his eyes, the boy was stunned for several seconds before letting out a long sigh of relief.

"What a strange dream."

The boy rubbed his head, trying to wake himself from the dream. The dream was so real that he felt like he was reliving it all.

"Why am I dreaming about things from months ago again? This is awful."

With a sigh, the boy patted his cheeks, picked up the alarm clock from the table, and checked the time.

It's already 6:58, time to get up. The alarm will go off in two minutes.

Yawning, he got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After brushing his teeth, washing his face, and drying his face with a towel, he finally examined his face again.

Is this considered a second chance at life?

Looking at his still incredibly young face, the boy put on the black-rimmed glasses that he had been keeping in his pocket, concealing his handsome features.

"I wish I could be this handsome in my past life."

After muttering something to himself, he prepared to change his clothes for school.

His name is Ren Amamiya, at least in this life. He can't remember some things about his past life, such as his name.

I lived a long life in my past life, reaching my fifties... Playing in a band to this age isn't bad, although I've never been very famous, I'm still financially secure. If I had to pick one regret... I'd be single forever.

Everyone says that rock musicians smoke, drink, and play around with women, but in the end, he didn't start a family, which made him feel a little regretful.

"Back then, even going to school was difficult. Now that I've finally managed to go to school, I never expected I'd have to play music too. It's really..."

After changing into the Shujin Music Academy uniform, Ren Amamiya couldn't help but sigh. He truly hadn't expected to come to such a strange world.

Everyone in this world has a high level of musical literacy, or rather, the whole world is involved in music. Writing songs, composing lyrics, and even starting a band can all be quite interesting things.

For a musician (self-proclaimed), being reborn into such a country in their next life is perhaps a very fortunate thing. Music is their greatest talent, and making a living with this skill would be no problem at all in this world.

With his schoolbag on his back, he walked out of the house and looked back at his two-story villa. He never imagined that one day he would become a little rich.

Although he didn't know why he always felt that Ren Amamiya shouldn't live in a place like this, he actually quite liked it.

He didn't retain many memories from his past life; what he remembered most were related to music, which he considered incredibly fortunate. As long as he remembered these things, that was enough; he desperately needed them in this life.

I bought a sandwich on the street and hummed a song while eating it. This kind of behavior is very common in this world. Six out of ten people I meet on the street will hum a song while walking, and three out of the remaining four will be wearing headphones and listening to music.

This must be a paradise for music, where everyone loves listening to music. How wonderful!

Good morning~ Good morning.

Upon arriving at the classroom, Ren Amamiya greeted the other students and then sat down in his seat, watching them chat about various things.

"Hey, Lian-jun, did you collect the gaming helmet?"

At that moment, a blonde beauty sitting in the front row suddenly turned her head and asked Ren Amamiya a question. Ren Amamiya was taken aback by the question.

Ann Takamaki was his classmate and came from a family with a musical background.

The father is a fashion designer and the mother is a musician. She always wears clothes designed by her husband when she performs on stage. It can be said that this model couple is quite famous abroad and always participates in various activities in different countries.

The gaming headset that Ann Takamaki mentioned is a holographic game that has recently been heavily promoted by various countries – Goddess Band Record. It's said that this game allows players to experience the most realistic band performances, and even without the money to buy expensive instruments, players can still enjoy a satisfying feel for the game.

But when the helmet was mentioned, Ren Amamiya shook his head: "I haven't received it yet."

Since it is strongly recommended by the government, there are naturally various promotional activities. The game has only been out for a short time, and many families in China have already bought such a helmet for their children, and Amamiya's family is no exception.