I interpret life in Tokyo

Mr. Steward nodded in relief, "Well, this is enough for now."

"Siji-san, table four wants an omurice!"

"coming."

The butler stroked the two cats named Chocolate and Vanilla by the boy, and said with a light smile, "You guys really like that boy."

Sakakibara-san rinsed the coffee cup, chatted with a few rich girls with a smile, and after sending them away, leaned on the counter and let out a sigh of relief.

"It's really not easy for you." Miura Yuma had already finished his American style, he refilled a glass of orange juice, and said after taking a sip.

"I have already asked those fans who recognized me not to expose my part-time job." The boy cleaned up the crumbs and stains near the coffee machine, and after a while he looked up, "But it's okay, those fans are rational pink."

"If exposed, you may have to resign."

"Well, that's what happened."

He poured himself a cup of tea and moistened his throat.

"Speaking of which, I want to thank you for my sister." Miura Yuma said.

The boy was taken aback, and waved his hand, "If you were talking about tickets to idol events, wouldn't you have thanked me long ago?"

"It's not about this." Miura Yuma smiled, crossed his fingers and pressed his lower lip on the back, "Yumiko is happy that her friend has opened up to her."

"It's a good thing. Your sister must feel trusted."

"Almost." The sister-in-law brother smiled and shook his head, "One more thing, Yumiko originally liked a boy in their class, but now she seems to have given up."

"What's so good about it..." the boy complained.

Miura Yuma smiled meaningfully, "It's such a painful thing to chase someone who can't get an answer——I've come to a conclusion from reading light novels recently, not bad."

"So." He hammered the table, "You, you, when will you come home with me!"

Sakakibara Kaede shrank, "You, what are you doing!"

"Let you call me uncle!"

Miura Yuuma's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

The two looked at each other for a moment and then laughed.

Sakakibara Kaede returned to the dressing room, said goodbye to Shiji Natsume and Mr. Housekeeper who were resting, touched the heads of the two cats, and promised that Qiu would take their sisters home. After that, he changed into normal clothes and met Miura in front of the store. Yuma nodded.

"I told my agent about the project."

Miura Yuma mentioned the boy's idea before. He put his hands in his pockets, stepped on the sidewalk and looked back, "He said he would report to his superiors. It's up to them whether he can pass... But I don't think the chance is great."

"After all, the focus of idol activities is on idols. It would be a bit overwhelming for a whole band to come out."

While talking, they took the subway to Akihabara, and walked for about 5 minutes to the office.

The floor I went to today is the floor that Kaede Sakakihara heard the singing of Nishikino Maki the last time, and it was provided to musicians.

Miura Yuma is obviously an old acquaintance. After he greeted the front desk skillfully, he walked into the practice room he used most often.

There are many musical instruments inside, but the most conspicuous one is the drum set in the middle.

"It's a band now."

The boy looked at four positions, with a lead vocal microphone at the front, a guitar player on the left, a bass player on the right, and a drummer at the end.

"Ah, didn't I say it, the dream is to be a member of the concert."

Yuuma Miura skillfully sat on the drummer's seat, flipping the drum stick in his hands skillfully, "Sakakibara-san, I want to hear something, I'll knock it for you."

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Sakakibara Kaede spread his hands, "I haven't learned drums before, so what, you give me the most difficult piece, which can knock your hands apart."

Miura Yuma was angry and funny, but the boy was telling the truth, and he couldn't refute it.

The drumsticks were turned, and the passionate drums sounded immediately.

Even a layman can hear Miura Yuuma's professionalism from the gust of drums. These things are not pure talent, but need to be practiced every day and night.

The boy went to the guitar hanging on the wall next to him, and the strings fluctuated with his fingers. After a long time, he realized that the sound was too low and was completely covered by the drum kit.

After finishing the song, Kaede Sakakibara gave applause for Miura Yuma's efforts and achievements.

"If all the musicians in STARS are at Miura-san's level, I think the firm can hold a concert with an orchestra."

"Haha, that's too exaggerated."

He raised his eyebrows at the boy, "Sakakibara-san can play guitar?"

"I can do some, but the sound of the acoustic guitar is too low." Kaede Sakakibara took a few steps forward, connected the socket of the electric guitar, played lightly, and the soul-inspiring voice sounded immediately, "This is not bad."

"Hmm... want to sing a song?"

The boy hung the electric guitar and stopped for a moment to think, "Miura-san, do you remember the most important thing Tachikawa Toshiyuki sang?"

Miura Yuma's eyes lit up, and he nodded, "I remember."

The most important thing is that it was all the rage back then, and now it has become one of the classic old songs. The sales of singles released have exceeded one million, and the tunes of the songs are exciting.

"Then try it." The boy plucked the strings.

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"This is Maki-kun Nishikino, who is not about to join the STARS agency, but is now an idol and musician. From now on, everyone, please give me your advice."

The simplest way for musicians to communicate is through music.

Although slightly abstract, in their view, a person's music carries his soul, and if a person's music is pure, then his own personality is pure.

This is exactly the same as a painter communicates through painting, and an author communicates through writing and plot.

Nishikino Maki sighed, she could only forget all the unpleasantness in front of her favorite piano.

"Hey, is it Nishikino-san? I'm your fan."

"Eh?"

In the rest area, I was unexpectedly accosted by someone, obviously wearing a hat and sunglasses now, why was it recognized?

"My name is Mai Sakurajima. It's a pleasure to meet you in the STARS office, Nishikino-san."

Looking at the smiling girl in front of her, Nishikino Maki folded her arms—this was a psychological defensive posture.

"So it's Sakurajima-senpai."

Her voice was a little cold. It's not that the girl doesn't watch TV. She knows how well-known Sakurajima Mai is, but she didn't expect that she would take the initiative to talk to her in the office that day.

"Just call me Sakurajima-san."

"Sakurajima-san."

Mai Sakurajima smiled slightly, and talked about a topic that made Maki Nishikino more comfortable, "Do you want me to take you around the office? I heard that Nishikino-san will join STARS as a seat musician in the future Woolen cloth."

"Yes." Nishikino Maki smiled politely, got up and followed behind Mai Sakurajima.

She lowered her eyes, she was too nervous just now, did she leave a bad impression on the actor who debuted as a child star?

At this moment, she was exposed to an unfamiliar environment, and she wanted to go back to the familiar school and the familiar rooftop at this moment, having left her comfort zone.

She is graduating this year, and Muse's idol activities are coming to an end.

Although everyone in the future will continue to get together and the relationship is still as good, after all, we will not see each other in school every day.

Mai Sakurajima looked at Maki Nishikino, who was as well-behaved as an honor student, with a kind smile on her face, thinking that she would ask for two copies when she wanted to sign her autograph later.

Last time Kaede Sakakibara said that she likes her singing voice, but because there are too many fans and the weather is over, so she gave up.

After signing, one copy is of course kept by oneself, and the other is given to the boy. . .There are some conditions.

For example, give yourself a social lesson. . .What.

After introducing the lounge, fitness facilities and other rooms, several people came to the musician's floor.

Coming here, Maki Nishikino relaxed her shoulders, feeling the music atmosphere here, as if returning to another home.

"singing?"

On the floor of the musicians, it is a rare thing to hear the faint singing voice.

Most of the current musicians are some orchestral instruments, similar to violin, clarinet and other instruments, and it is normal to have no singing voice.

"It's an old song."

Nishino Maki said softly, she was looking for the singing, and walked forward.

Mai Sakurajima stood where she was, she felt the singing was a bit familiar.After being stunned for a while, he quickly caught up with Nishikino Maki.

At the end of the song, Sakakibara Kaede smiled easily, and Miura Yuma was already in tears and applauded vigorously.

The tears in his eyes are an exaggeration, he was really excited, even whistled.

"Sakakibara-san's singing voice is really good, the most important thing in the youth version." Miura Yuma flipped the drumsticks with emotion, and said, "Although the cooperation is still almost felt, but generally speaking, it can be played at the high school festival. to an extent."

The boy laughed.

Music can lift people's hearts.

He believes that the most important thing in singing is the mood.

mood of the singer.

Some singers can sing songs with tears in their hearts, some singers sing the wildest heavy metal with a bohemian heart, and some singers can turn tenderness just to sing the taste of love in love songs.

He pointed at the microphone and took a deep breath.

He had hoped that the world was a little different because of him.

Dreams, reality and decisions.

The most important thing is to decide.

Decision.

"Another day, Another life."

“I wanna live it to the fullest.”

The electric guitar played, the boy played the guitar, and sang the song that was not for others.

He sang this song to himself.

A song represents a memory, and a song can also represent the mood when listening to the song.

Describe life with lyrics.

Miura Yuma beat the beat behind him, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Outside the door, Mai Sakurajima watched the boy singing with his eyes closed standing in front of the microphone through the small glass window.

"I will not change until I disappear and shine."

It turned out that he could really play the guitar.

It turned out that his singing voice was so beautiful.

It turned out that? was his trumpet.

No wonder, no wonder I kept reposting the artist's post, reposting the beautiful girl modeling, reposting new information about galgame, and reposting information about the harem fan.

Mai Sakurajima is not bad at math.

?,Does not belong.

Where do you not belong?

Doesn't belong to Tokyo?

She pursed her lips, her indigo eyes slowly closed, immersed in the clear and passionate singing of the young man.

"It's ugly."

The boy took a breath and left the microphone. He put the electric guitar aside, and smiled back at Miura Yuma's applause, "It's been a long time since I sang, it's a bit rusty."

"I think you look like a professional singer, don't you consider switching careers and debuting as a singer?"

Miura Yuma's eyes were bright and moist, as if he was affected by Sakakibara Kaede's mood, at this moment, he only felt the pride in his heart, no matter what decision he made, he would never regret it.

He smiled, and just sang the song of his favorite band in the past, with the accompaniment of the electric guitar, it really looks like this now.

When the two smiled and looked at each other, the door of the music room was pushed open.