For the peace of the Lonely Band, please sacrifice yourself!

"Oh, it's raining so hard - Pochi-chan, Saku-chan, here I come~"

Chapter 63: I didn’t expect that I still had the courage I lost

Amidst the rumbling thunder and the sound of rain, in the quiet and peaceful live house, a purple-haired drunk woman and a violent blonde store manager suddenly appeared and sat together, creating an awkward situation.

"Um, Kikuri, are you here to see Pochi-chan?" After hesitating for a few seconds, the silence was finally broken by Ijichi Hoshige. She blinked her bright red eyes and asked curiously with her head tilted.

"Yeah, yeah~"

Hiroi Kikuri carelessly put her arm around Mochizuki Saku's shoulders and put all her weight on him. The smell of lavender shampoo and the strong smell of cheap alcohol blended together in a contradictory way and entered the boy's sensitive nose.

Shuo frowned slightly, and soon realized that Sister Ju Li had run out after drinking a lot of wine again. He glanced at the light blush on the woman's cheeks and warned in a serious tone:

"How many times have I told you not to run around after drinking, especially in bad weather? Drink less. Aren't you afraid that one day you'll get drunk and get into an accident, causing the people around you to worry about you?!"

"Okay, okay, I get it. Ah, it hurts! I get it. I understand. I will definitely change it after I understand it!!!"

Hiroi Kikuri, who obviously didn't take it seriously at first, quickly raised three fingers and swore honestly when she saw the boy's serious expression and the cruel knife he suddenly raised.

"When I was in college, I was a good girl who never drank. How come I turned into an annoying drunkard after entering society?"

Ijichi Hoshika pressed against Hiroi Kikuri's big head, trying to get close to her. The woman's purple hair was soaked by the rain, and crystal water droplets hung between her hair, sparkling under the light.

Sister Xingge said with a look of disdain: "You should quickly wipe yourself with a towel. You are already an adult, but do you still need others to take care of you?"

Are you qualified to say this?

Mochizuki Shuo and Hong Xia both cast doubtful glances.

"Hey, those are not important. I mean, we're going to have a celebration party after the performance tonight, right? Right, right?" Hiroi Kikuri's eyes flashed with greed.

"I know a restaurant that has really good food, let's go~ Hey hey hey~ Let's have a pleasant night full of alcohol tonight too - oh yeah!"

Hiroi Kikuri is like a dead plaster, tangled and tangled.

"I say, you are here just to eat and drink for free, right?!"

"Let me go now! Tsk, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you've become even more annoying!"

Ijichi Xingge's face was full of black lines. The next moment, the "power of violence" returned to her hands again. The shrill and regretful female scream told the world that the devil of Shimokitazawa had come back again, and his skills were as strong as before. Xingge's iron fist made the drunk and troublesome school girl cry out in pain.

"As annoying as a college student who has just discovered the joys of drinking."

PA-san added with a smile, resting his head on the side of his head.

"It's raining so hard, I'm soaked all over..."

The sound of dripping rain appeared again, followed by the worried and complaining voice of a young woman.

What a familiar voice! Goto Ichiri suddenly looked up and saw that, as expected, the two young ladies who had bought her tickets for the open-air LIVE that day appeared at the door. They were wearing casual dresses and holding towels in their hands, gently wiping their wet cheeks and hair.

The moment they saw Goto Ichiri, they smiled brightly.

"You...you actually came."

Yili opened his mouth in surprise and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, fearing that this was just his imagination.

In such a stormy and bad weather, there were people who braved the rain to watch her performance. Pochi-chan felt a little warmer in her heart, and her tense hands and feet relaxed.

"Of course, we are fans of Xiaoyi Li." The woman with short brown hair smiled and waved her hand as if to cheer for Pochi-chan.

"I look forward to your cool performance that can drive away the typhoon!" The woman wearing a pure white hat with a red bow on her head also punched hard.

"it is good!!!"

The energy reserve in Goto Ichiri's heart suddenly emitted a deafening roar. The suddenly accelerated heartbeat and boiling blood made the girl feel as if she was in an empty space. Her whole body was filled with pink, powerful domineering aura, and even the rain temporarily took shelter, as if the dark clouds would be pushed away and light would appear in the next second.

The girl let out a silly laugh.

Countless cheers and applause seemed to appear around her, surrounding her and clapping and congratulating her:

"おめでとう～欧美都都～欧美都都～"

Pochi-chan, complete it!

"....Did we recognize the wrong person?"

Miss Fan silently looked away.

.......

“Let’s broadcast the performance live online, as if there were no audience from the beginning.” Yamada Ryo lay on the table with his face buried in his arms, his tall and handsome body trembling and shrinking slightly.

"It's too late to talk about these changes now. Audiences have already arrived one after another." Mochizuki Shuo leaned on the table with his arms folded across his chest and glanced at the blue-haired girl who was obviously nervous to death but wanted to act strong.

"That's right, you see, even Goto-san didn't cover himself with the Mango Mask's cardboard box."

"That's right, because... because there are people waiting to see... to see our performance,... a true... a true hero can't run away from the battlefield!"

Pochi-chan hurriedly held Ryo's hand. The extremely serious words made the latter raise her head. Feeling the slight trembling coming from the girl's palm, she couldn't help but be infected by it and nodded slightly.

Kita Ikuyo curiously opened the backstage door and saw very few audience members. She sighed in frustration: "It's almost time for the show to start, and there are still only so few people."

"It's okay, it's okay. After the performance starts, there will be more and more audiences." Hongxia comforted Kita, while also comforting her own lost heart.

"By the way, do you know the first closing band to come on stage?"

"I don't know him, I'm not interested."

The audience near the backstage were communicating with each other, and their cold words seemed particularly loud in the spacious and quiet hall.

The girls felt a little indignant when they heard such uncomfortable words, but they couldn't help feeling a little depressed when they thought about the terrible situation that the fledgling small band was facing with no one paying attention to it and the cold reception.

Kita, who was already active in thinking and had a tendency to daydream, looked even uglier, with a thin layer of sweat appearing on his palms.

"Kita."

Wang Yueshuo leaned over and leaned close to the ear of the girl with long red hair. He used a soft and cold voice to cover up the tension surrounding the girl, and said like falling snow:

"Do you remember what I said? Let the 'audience' speak, turn the hard work and efforts you have put in these days into touching music, and make them feel guilty for what they said."

"You are a talented guitarist, trust me, play as hard as you can."

Chapter 4: Not Alone Rock (k

At the private Sakuragaoka Girls' High School, Tianzhong Ritsu helplessly rested her face on the side of her head, muttering that the typhoon and rainstorm came at an inopportune time. Her slender eyebrows drooped listlessly, her moist lips pursed, and an atmosphere of depression permeated her whole body.

Hirasawa Yui was also bored and picked up a famous foreign book. On the dark brown cover, the name of the book was written in dark gold inscriptions - "The Count of Monte Cristo". Her eyes were sleepy under her drooping eyelashes.

This book was brought by Mochizuki Saku last time she came to the light music club. When they have nothing to do, the five girls in the light music club will take it out and read it to cultivate their sentiments and cheer themselves up. Between the pages are traces of their use - five bookmarks of different categories.

"Hey~'Mochizuki LIVE'~"

"It's right in front of me, yet... I can't reach it!"

"It hurts, it hurts too much!"

Tian Jingzhongli was about to cry, beat his chest and stamp his feet, and cried out in grief.

Akiyama Mio looked at him speechlessly, holding her forehead, and said in a confused manner:

"Isn't it just a performance? Why do you make it sound like he's going to die..."

"Because... this is their band's first performance, right!?" Tianzhong Ritsu couldn't understand why Akiyama Mio had no reaction. She was calm and composed when facing a big event, and even had the leisure to taste the freshly brewed black tea.

"..."

Akiyama Mio thought for a moment, then turned to look at Kotobuki Tsumugi who was slowly showing an auntie's smile. She felt a little guilty for some reason, and after hesitating for a few seconds, she opened her cherry lips slightly and asked softly:

"Tsumugi-chan, can I borrow your car?"

"Hey, of course~"

Miss Kotobuki blinked and gave a meaningful smile.

......

The black curtain slowly opened, revealing the dazzling lights and the nervous girls under the cold white halo. Their thin and weak figures were exposed to the sight of the audience in the front row.

Looking up slightly, she seemed to be able to see the gazes of strangers from all directions and all corners of the world. Curious, doubtful, bored, contemptuous, uninterested, and indifferent gazes turned into extremely sharp swords that pierced the fragile body of the girl.

"Nice to meet you. We are the end of the band—"

"Thank you so much for coming despite the bad weather!"

"Ahahaha, Kita-chan, we are a rock band, you are too polite~"

Kita and Nijixia's opening introduction was so awkward that it made people tap their toes. The stand-up comedy that they thought was humorous made the audience frown, and some even lowered their heads and continued to scroll through their phones.

The ladies in dresses in the front row smiled in agreement, but apart from them, there was almost no response from the rest of the audience.

Goto Ichi, who was standing next to Kita, had a blank expression on his face. His lake-blue eyes had lost their original color, and the whites of his eyes slowly covered his entire pupils.

So shameful, so shameful, so shameful!

I really want to put on a mecha suit made of ripe mango! To be more precise, I want to disappear from here immediately!

Pochi-chan is already missing her mango box.

"Well... then, we are going to sing our band's first song, enjoy it, our original song "Guitar, Loneliness and Blue Planet"!"

Kita Ikuyo seemed to realize the "accident" she had caused, and quickly got back to the point. The girl awkwardly put down her hand holding the microphone, "calmly" looking straight ahead, and the next second her fingers held the pick and placed it on the strings, the strings vibrated, and a melodious melody came out.

Listening to the sound of vibrating eardrums, Wang Yueshuo raised his eyebrows silently.

Hongxia's drum beats are messed up...

The boy glanced at the drummer next to him out of the corner of his eye. The blonde girl looked obviously flustered. He wanted to remedy the situation, but his mind went blank.

Is it possible that the captain who was the first to encourage everyone and was the most responsible is the first to make a mistake?

Ijichi Hongxia noticed the keyboard player's gaze and gave an ugly smile.

The girl's self-blaming and apologetic look startled the boy for a moment. He blinked his eyes, indicating that he understood and it was okay. He hoped to do well in the next performance.

The next person to have problems was Kita, who was the lead singer and rhythm guitarist. Amid the torrent of chaotic notes, the girl who had no performance experience was completely confused. She didn't know how to change and continued to play along with the chaotic rhythm, rushing the beat, slowing down the beat, and making many mistakes.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

"It was a sudden rainy afternoon, and I felt very annoyed without an umbrella."

Sure enough, there was a big problem with Kita's breathing. His breathing was disordered, and one could even hear clear trembling sounds coming from the microphone.

He stomps his feet to the rhythm, shrugs his shoulders, plays the guitar in a high position, plays single notes with his left hand fretted and his right hand hanging, and when singing the harmony, he lowers his head and shakes it left and right, making endless small movements. As a bassist, Ryo Yamada is completely immersed in his own world and cannot extricate himself.

Among the entire band, Xiao Yili, who should have been the most nervous, did not make any mistakes and plucked and strummed the strings steadily.

Soon, the song ended.

There was sparse applause, mixed with the audience's unexpected voices and mutterings.

A terrible show.

Everyone in the live house made a judgment at the same time. Even the boys and girls on the stage could not save face and escape this tragic failure.

"Sure enough, there's nothing to see. I really shouldn't have come so early, especially in the rain."

"that......"

Kita wanted to explain something, but didn't know what to say, so he could only bite his lower lip secretly.

One more time, one more chance...

Accompanied by the tense and sticky air of the hurricane, feeling the heavy atmosphere of low pressure, the girl tightly grasped the neck of the guitar with her sweaty palms and slowly exhaled.

Cheer up, Kita, remember what Mochizuki-kun said, don't be afraid of making mistakes, don't panic, play with all your might, and as long as there is still one chance, you must grab it tightly.

"The next song is also our original song, which was written not long ago. That one..."

Kita's voice was drowned out by the sound of the strings that broke the air, and the sound of the strumming that stimulated the eardrums immediately attracted everyone's attention. Kita stared blankly at Goto Ichiri who suddenly slid the strings, and his hesitant heart seemed to be pulled and let out an unwilling cry.

Mochizuki Saku took a look at the guitar effects pedal that was stepped on by the pink-haired girl and smiled with relief. He originally thought that he would be needed to come out and save this terrible performance, but... he found that it seemed that he was not the protagonist of this LIVE.

That’s right, not everyone can’t survive without him, and not every girl expects someone to come down from the sky to save her. They can walk out of their own star path, so why do they need to be heroes?

Wang Yueshuo smiled self-deprecatingly.

[I don't want this to end.]

These words were the only things sparkling brightly in Goto Ichiri's lake blue eyes. He played a high-speed guitar solo, strumming the strings seven times in a row, his fingers pinching the pick and passing by like an afterimage. The continuous strumming was like a roar, and his blood was boiling under the guidance of the music. He wanted to use these hands and this guitar to pluck out the incomplete and rusty string sounds!

The light symbolizing light suddenly lit up, and at that moment, the roaring sound of the guitar resounded throughout the exhibition hall.