Anime, but you can win a prize by confessing your love

The blue-haired girl raised her chin proudly and smiled brightly.

But Liang's mention of songwriting did remind everyone that they didn't know the progress of the new song. Xiao Bochi seemed to have asked about it several times.

"By the way, Liang, how's the progress of 'Turning the Rocks Over, the Morning Light Falls on You'? I remember I gave you the lyrics several months ago."

The name of the song is a bit long, Hong Xia asked after thinking for a moment.

But after these words were spoken, Liang could no longer laugh.

After the stage dive, whether it was because he had run out of ideas or fell into a period of burnout, Liang's efficiency in composing music was terrible, and it was completely different from the speed when he wrote "Guitar, Loneliness and Blue Planet".

The composition was completed in a week, and the degree of completion was quite high. If it were to be achieved now, Liang would probably have to eat high-end desserts several times to reward himself.

She rested her chin on her arms and poked the strawberry cake in front of her with a fork.

"I have no inspiration, and what I write is terrible...I always feel that the melody of the guitar part is too simple and I am not used to it."

"Isn't it better to have a simple melody? There will be fewer wrong notes when performing, and the sound quality may not be worse than that of a more difficult piece."

Well, that’s not the crux of the problem.

Liang fell silent.

After all, the inspiration has dried up.

Seeing that the atmosphere was turning serious, Hiroi Kikuri, a senior member of the band, took the initiative to pat Ryo on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Don't rush this kind of thing, take your time. You only have a few live shows a month, don't worry about your fans getting tired of it... At worst you can just cover other bands' songs."

This is an idea, and it can be considered during street performances, but live performances are commercial after all. The band is not as influential as ScikHack, and it is difficult to contact the original author. The copyright issue should be quite difficult to handle.

"Let's wait until spring break," Hong Xia clapped her hands and motioned for everyone to look at her. "The cherry blossoms will be in bloom during spring break. Let's go and relax, and bring some musical instruments to play together. Maybe some inspiration will suddenly strike us."

"A trip for spring break?"

"Cherry blossoms?"

The picture emerged in everyone's mind.

Under the cherry blossom forest, the path is covered with pink petals. When the breeze blows, a scent of cherry blossoms accompanied by flying petals wafts over your face.

And in this romantic place, suddenly there was a burst of powerful electric guitar strumming?

"What are you thinking? You definitely won't play it in a cherry blossom forest!"

Hongxia made a cross with her hands to stop everyone from thinking too much.

"There's still one month left, just hold on a little longer."

Neon’s spring break starts in mid-March and ends in early April, which means there is about a month left.

After the spring break, Kita and Bochi were promoted to the second year of high school, and Hongxia and Liang officially entered the graduating class. By this time next year, they would probably be waiting for the college entrance examination results to come out.

When I think about it this way, time really does pass quickly.

Everyone who was originally complacent suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Most of them can withstand the pressure of academic studies and continue band activities, but if there is no significant progress by the time they graduate, then further studies will be enough to break up the band.

Spring seems to be a sentimental season in Japan. It seems that when spring is mentioned, everyone's thoughts always shift in a heavy direction.

Where's Kita-chan?

As a social expert, you can save the situation!

Ye Mu glanced at Ms. Guiqulaixi quietly, only to see that she was staring at Xiao Boqi's profile in a daze, wondering what she was thinking about writing.

Well, at this moment, I still have to rely on him.

"Don't let your imagination run wild...why don't you open your presents now, Pochi-chan? I'm curious about what everyone gave me."

"A gift?"

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It was eleven o'clock in the evening. Since it was not the weekend and everyone had to go to school the next day, everyone went home after watching little Pochi open his presents.

After taking a shower, I turned off the lights in the room, but little Pochi couldn't sleep.

She lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling, replaying the scenes of today's birthday party over and over in her mind, occasionally letting out a silly laugh or two.

When I returned to the room to change clothes, I secretly kissed Ye Mu, everyone smeared cream on my face, and everyone was noisy when I opened the gifts at the end...

It would be great if I could celebrate my birthday every day.

She couldn't help but think so greedily.

Not feeling sleepy at all, little Boqi simply got up from the bed and took out the gifts everyone had given her in the moonlight shining into the room.

Kita gave her a simple set of cosmetics, hoping that she could learn how to dress herself up.

Hongxia's scarf was one she knitted herself. It felt very warm and the workmanship was obviously meticulous.

Although Liang was often teased for being greedy for money, he was quite generous in this kind of occasion.

Xiao Boqi stroked the smooth outer packaging box.

Those were vinyl records of songs by several well-known bands. She had searched for them after everyone left, and the combined price of the two records was probably around 10,000 yen.

The last one was given to her by Ye Mu - a guitar pick co-branded with a well-known band.

The order was the same when everyone opened their presents together. Little Boqi still clearly remembered Ye Mu's embarrassed expression when everyone put their presents together one by one.

He probably felt that a small guitar pick seemed too simple compared to everyone else's gifts.

"But actually, this gift is my favorite."

Little Pochi picked up the wooden box with the guitar pick and paper cranes, opened it carefully, and then smiled happily.

She also remembered that when she first went to Fanxing, Ye Mu said he would give her another pick, and she had been waiting patiently.

When the two met for the first time, they were connected because of the guitar pick. If we were to talk about the role of the guitar pick, it would probably be a romantic existence like a token of love.

I’ve decided to sleep with this box tonight!

Little Pochi tucked his toes, which were cold from the floor, picked up the box and crawled into bed.

Placing the wooden box at chest level, little Pochi, who had been excited all day, felt sleepy and soon fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Chapter 234: Interviews with Music Writers

News needs to be timely, which requires journalists to uncover the most explosive and eye-catching parts of an event in the shortest possible time after it happens, so that there will be people who like to join in the fun.

But the situation around gossip is different.

Even if it is leftovers from a month or two ago, you can create a new hit article by taking them out of context, using some exaggerated writing style, or "slightly" exaggerating the facts.

Sato Aiko, a professional writer and self-proclaimed discoverer of niche bands in Tokyo, is someone who can perfectly blend news and gossip.

《Shocking! At the school festival, a female guitarist jumped into the water but no one dared to catch her. Instead, she was pulled back by a boy from the same band? Are they a couple or just ordinary friends?》

An exaggerated headline, a photo taken from a YouTube diving video, and a few serious interview sentences, and a perfect, sensational "news" is born.

This was the first wave of traffic for Sato Aiko's band, and now, she is heading to Fanxing, planning to catch the second wave.

Most of the time, the follow-up of certain events is more likely to attract some readers who think they are objective than the event itself, even though it may not be of any nutritional value.

What is the title of this article?

After paying the ticket to the yellow-haired woman with a world-weary look on her face, Sato Aiko entered the livehouse called "Fanxing" while thinking.

For example, how about "What kind of love, hatred and vengeance are hidden behind the boys and girls of the stage diving band? A well-known writer burst into tears after an on-site interview!"?

No, no, not exciting enough.

"Four girls fighting for one boy? The latest follow-up to the Stage Diving band is here!"

It seems a bit exaggerated, but the effect is probably good. At least the key points are highlighted. If it were all about how great the band is, who would read it?

That's right, Sato Aiko had no intention of writing seriously about the band's development, style and characteristics at the beginning. She didn't believe that a high school band could be of such a high level that she could discover it to this extent.

Aren’t the good-looking boys and girls more interesting than the live performance itself?

At least that's what she thought before the show started.

The closing band on the stage also took their positions and were interacting with their fans.

However, compared to a real rock band, their MC is still too immature and lacks the relaxed and unrestrained flavor of rock.

Sato Aiko shook her head and thought that the level of the band was as expected. After all, they could only rely on the musicians' own personalities to attract requests.

Taking advantage of this time, she began to observe the audience around her.

There were about ten people watching intently, probably people who had bought tickets for the band's final show, or were fans of other bands but were interested enough to become potential fans.

As for the gender composition of fans, it can be said that more than two-thirds are female. After all, the cute girl and the only boy are both very good-looking, so it is normal for female fans to have more attractive looks.

"Well, the first song is 'If I Could Become a Constellation', but this time it's a little different~ Everyone will sing along!"

"Ooooh!"

The audience was quite enthusiastic, and two or three people even cheered.

The drummer beats the tempo and the electric guitar opens the show.

However, unlike many rock songs, this song does not start with explosive strumming, and the electric guitar also uses a similar light tone with very low distortion.

Then came the wah sound combined with the rapid string-striking. Sato Aiko raised her eyebrows at the pink-haired guitarist on the stage.

This diving stage guitarist has pretty good skills.

I was able to stand while pressing the pedal of the wah-wah effect pedal, and the strings were hit and plucked cleanly, without any messy feeling of sticking together.

With the perfect setup, the red-haired lead singer standing in the center began to sing.

"The clock has quietly pointed to 6 o'clock and the stars are hanging in the sky

I am trying to return home by following my own shadow and blending into the darkness..."

The sweet voice, like that of a girl in love, makes the song seem to be expressing her own feelings.

Sato Aiko couldn't help but put aside her condescending attitude as a bystander and began to listen attentively to Kita's singing.

"If I could turn into a constellation with you, this is the wish I made in a moment on the night of shooting stars..."

At the climax of the song, the restless electric guitar turns into a quiet single-note accompaniment, highlighting the vocals as much as possible.

Sato Aiko could also hear the girl with short blue hair playing the bass and singing the harmony.

In the second chorus, the drummer and keyboardist sing in harmony.

When the song ended, she finally understood the meaning of the song title and lyrics. She felt unsatisfied and admired the composer.

After all, in this impetuous era, it is really difficult to calm down and do something that does not follow the so-called trend.

It is no wonder that she has such a high opinion of the band Ending. As a professional music writer, she has heard words like "fireworks festival" and "seaside" in countless love songs.

Compared to her who was unconsciously immersed in the performance, fans number one and number two were not so peaceful.

They looked at Sato Aiko secretly and whispered to each other.

"Another strange guy has come. Is he the same short guy as last time? Is he another spy for some messy band?"

"She's so small, like an elementary school student! Could she have come here secretly without telling her parents?"

Her appearance reminded the two of Otsuki Yuyuko's experience.

Sato Aiko was completely unaware that she was being watched until the band finished performing all four songs and began to leave after thanking the audience. Only then did she come to her senses with a lingering desire.

I didn't expect their performance to be so good.

She quickly changed her previous plan of relying on the band's personality to create hype and prepared to give a proper interview.

After all, although her long-term work has left her with little moral integrity, ending the band does perfectly fit the characteristics of a niche and treasure.

After a while, the band came out from backstage.

Seeing this, Sato Aiko hurried forward, but two young girls who were a head taller than her stood on her left and right, like school bullies.

"Tell me, what do you want to do up there?"

One of them frowned and asked in a vicious tone.

"Where did this band spy come from, wanting to challenge the End Band?"

"Don't bully Pochi-chan!"