After being elected as the governor of Tokyo, he will debut as a band!

The two group representatives who came on stage after her both expressed opinions that were completely contrary to hers.

Meanwhile, at the corner of the corridor outside the venue, Hiroi Kikuri, Majima Goro, and a short, white-haired girl were discussing something with serious expressions.

Make way for me: 091 The black boat performing on the street is coming!

The white-haired girl calls herself Lenai and is a guitarist.

Just now, when Goro Majima's younger brother pushed a drum set, bass, guitar, and amplifier into the hotel, Rakuna followed him in.

Because Lena was also dragging a suitcase with a guitar on it, the hotel staff assumed the two were together and didn't stop her.

After Majima's younger brother delivered the instruments, he left. After Hiroi and Majima finished checking the instruments, they noticed that a white-haired girl had appeared next to them at some point.

They didn't care where the white-haired girl came from; they just noticed she was carrying a guitar, so they asked her how well she played. Without saying a word, the white-haired girl took out her electric guitar and played a blues solo for the two of them.

After listening to her, Hiroi Kikuri felt that her guitar skills were 90% or even 100% of Kotoko's level. She felt that she could easily form a temporary band with her and perform on stage. So she told her about her and Majima's plans.

The white-haired girl's eyes lit up immediately after hearing this.

"Interesting woman."

This is how she described Kikuri Hiroi.

"It's not that fun, hahaha..."

Being praised by a beautiful girl she was meeting for the first time made Hiroi Kikuri a little smug.

This even lessened the pain she felt when she had just been swindled out of her entire fortune of 5000 yen by a confident "horse racing betting tycoon" at the racetrack.

“Let’s arrange it like this. I’ll be the bassist and lead vocalist for the temporary band, Xiao Le Nai will be the guitarist, and Uncle Wu Lang will take care of the drums.”

Goro Majima is a multi-talented individual, skilled in various tasks such as being a foreman, running a public relations club, working as a hostess in drag, pole dancing, and using shadow clones. Of course, he is also adept at playing the drums.

"Hehehe, I'm fine with it, but little girl, what piece should we play?"

Goro Majima flexed his wrists and asked.

Wielding a drumstick and wielding a dagger are two different things; he needs to adjust.

"I do have a sheet music here, but it only has the bass part. Uncle Wulang, Xiao Lenai, could you try to recreate the drum and guitar parts?"

Hiroi pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her skirt pocket; it was the sheet music for "Girl on the Sand," which Aoyama had written for her a few days earlier.

Rakuna didn't answer, but took the sheet music directly from her hand, looked at it for about two minutes, and then handed it to Majima Goro.

"Why don't you try humming the tune?"

"Hmm, no problem."

Based on her memory of the performance that night, Hiroi Kikuri hummed the tune, and as she hummed, she noticed that Rakuna had started playing the guitar on her own.

She shut her mouth and listened attentively to Lena's solo for a while, and found that almost all the music Lena played was in the key of "Girl on the Sand" and there were no mistakes in the chords. She couldn't help but be amazed by the white-haired girl's ability to transcribe music.

Léna recreated the guitar part of "Girl on the Sand" using only a bass sheet music and Hiroi Kikuri's humming, which made Hiroi exclaim, "The younger generation is truly formidable."

Where did this guitar genius come from...? His sheet music transcription skills seem even better than Xiao Gudu's?

"You really can't underestimate young people these days... The guitarist's all set, Uncle Wulang, how about you?"

Kikuri Hiroi turned to look at Goro Majima, only to find that Goro Majima's expression was slightly surprised.

"Little girl, where did you get this sheet music?"

"My friend just wrote it to me a few days ago, what's wrong?"

"Is he that free? Cough cough, does your friend... see you often?"

"It wouldn't be considered frequent, but he's our band's drummer and guitarist, and he sometimes comes over when we have a performance."

"Uh, that kid's actually playing in a band again? He's got guts, isn't he afraid of causing a huge storm later..." Majima Goro sobered up a bit, pressing his hand hard on his missing eye twice, panting heavily with pain as he stuck out his tongue. "...But, this city's always so lifeless, it's no fun. A storm, of course, the bigger the better! Interesting, so very interesting..."

He wasn't the type to hide his feelings, and he didn't lower his voice when he said those words. However, because he was so wild and unruly when he said the second half of his sentence, Hiroi was completely preoccupied with the thought that "Uncle Goro is almost sixty years old after all, and he has some chronic illnesses. He drank so much alcohol at noon, so it's normal for him to have a fit of madness." Therefore, he didn't think too deeply about what he said.

"Then let's play this piece! I'd like to see how many people in the conference room will dare to stand up and say that this piece is bad!"

Goro Majima stepped onto the cart carrying the entire drum set, his wide-open eyes filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Hiroi Kikuri was also in the zone, itching to start playing, and immediately pulled Rakuna onto the cart, then turned and waved to Majima.

"Uncle Wulang, since you're confident you can play the drum part well in this piece, what are you waiting for?"

"Let's go!"

……

"Regarding the four arguments presented by Ms. Ijichi, I will also refute them from four aspects. First..."

Compared to standing on the street

Emerging groups from performers, folk bands, and underground bands are clearly more powerful than those advocating for the rights of large entertainment companies, record distributors, and well-known musicians, as seen in the seminar.

The first person to refute Ijichi had finished speaking and returned to his seat, and the second person who came up still adopted an attitude of relentlessly pursuing Ijichi.

But before he could finish his initial pleasantries and even begin the main text, a commotion suddenly arose outside the conference room.

“Miss! Sir, you can’t just push your cart in here! An important meeting is taking place inside…”

"Ahhh!"

"boom!"

Accompanied by the piercing screams of the two security guards, the seemingly indestructible but actually old and rusty solid wood door was smashed open.

A completely black flatbed truck rushed in from outside with the force of uprooting a mountain and felling a tree, crashing straight into the podium in front of the conference room, just as the black ship that stormed into Edo Bay in the sixth year of Kaei (Emperor Komei's reign) damaged the authority of the Edo Shogunate, breaking the wooden podium in half.

The record company representative, who had prepared a long rebuttal to Ijichi Seika's claims, scrambled about two meters away, like a stray dog ​​startled by New Year's firecrackers, before he was injured.

Two young women and an older man stood on a flatbed cart, like pirates standing at the bow of a sailing ship braving the wind and waves, looking down at the port they had contributed.

"It's ridiculous that a group of people who have never seen a real street performance are sitting in a high-rise conference room of a five-star hotel, openly criticizing the shortcomings of street performances... Whether street performances are good or bad, just listen with your own ears!"

Make way for me: 092 Disrupting the meeting? Not counting getting stuck in a bug!

"Whether street performances are good or bad, just listen with your own ears!"

As Hiroi Kikuri uttered those words, Rakuna, holding a guitar, also swept out a series of vibrating sound waves with her emerald green pick.

Just a second before, Goro Majima plugged the speaker into the socket behind the podium.

The three of them worked together so well that they were like a well-established band that had been collaborating for years.

The melodious tune of "Girl on the Sand" resounded throughout the venue.

"That's... Lena?!"

A thin, elderly woman in the VIP section stared at the white-haired girl standing on the flatbed cart, playing music with an expression of enjoyment, and looked on with surprise.

"How could she be here..."

The old lady cast an inquiring glance at Lena, and even though Lena was immersed in her performance, she still noticed it and quickly returned the old lady's gaze with a sweet smile.

"This child is really...reckless...but this piece of music..."

As the intro ended, Kikuri Hiroi began to sing the first line of the lyrics.

The old lady's familiarity with the song was gradually increasing.

Ignoring the murmurs of doubt and astonishment that erupted around her in response to the bizarre turn of events, she closed her eyes and recalled the various live performances that had left a deep impression on her throughout her long music career.

The band consists of a female guitarist, a female bassist, and a male drummer.

The original song titled "Girl on the Sand"... the lyricist and composer's name is Aoyama?

I remembered.

She suddenly opened her eyes wide.

The young woman playing bass on stage is the same person as the junior high school girl who played bass on stage ten years ago.

"...No wonder the Tokyo Metropolitan Government just called to warn me about potential accidents during the meeting."

The old lady muttered to herself in a low voice.

"Are you planning to use this radical method to force the people present to take a stand?"

Normally, it's difficult to reach a clear conclusion in a meeting. The two sides in a conflict argue repeatedly all day long, and the most likely outcome is that no result is reached. But when such a sudden event occurs, the situation is different.

The supporters and opponents are both crystal clear, as are the supporters on each side. If you want to drag this out any longer, you'd better consider whether you have that irreplaceable "status." If you don't express your opinion, and someone slightly less influential than you does, and then the news reports it, and subsequent documents are published, your current "status" might just change.

That really does fit that gentleman's style.

Which side should I choose?

The old lady looked up at Lena on the stage again.

It seems I have no other choice.

"Lady Tsuzuki! This is outrageous!"

Just then, someone came up and struck up a conversation with the old lady.

"This is a formal meeting, how can we let a bunch of street performers mess around here! And look, Mr. Kuroda was almost injured on the stage just now!"

"Is this the kind of free performance that those nouveau riche champion? How can we allow such a rude culture to be passed on to our people?"

"Mrs. Tsuzuki, as a pioneer in reforming the operation model and performance style of performance halls in the country, you have a high reputation among musicians. Could you please ask these three musicians on stage to leave so that today's meeting can continue?"

Tsuzuki, being an experienced and shrewd man, neither refused nor agreed to their requests, but simply stated that he had left his position as a live house operator many years ago and might not have much face among the younger generation of musicians.

“I suggest you go to the organizers to confirm the identities of the three musicians on stage. If they are all on the list of invitees for this seminar, then we have no reason to ask them to leave.”

"This……"

Of course, the group knew that Hiroi Kikuri and Majima Goro were on the guest list. After all, one was a one-eyed man and the other was a drunkard who didn't care about the occasion; it was impossible not to remember them.

"Disrupting the order of the meeting, isn't that a reason to ask them to leave?"

One of them asked a question.

"But today's meeting theme is popular music within popular art, and what they are performing on stage right now is undoubtedly popular music. Using performance instead of speaking is not considered outrageous behavior for artists. Besides, you said it disrupted the order of the event..."

Mrs. Tsuzuki glanced to both sides and saw that not only did no one leave their seats in the special guest section, but they were all attentively watching the performance on stage.

While there was some initial chaos among the regular guests, most of them calmed down after a brief moment of shock, embracing the role of the audience and enjoying the unexpected live performance.

The group that was in turmoil consisted mostly of music company executives, while the group that calmed down consisted mostly of professional or semi-professional musicians.

Artists always have different thought processes. Perhaps in their eyes, the actions of Hiroi and his two companions breaking down the door and smashing the podium were also a kind of highly impactful performance art.

In other words, it's "too awesome rock and roll!"

Seeing Lady Tsuzuki's attitude, the group withdrew.

However, a few people were unwilling to give up. They either sought support from other celebrities or directly called the hotel security, wanting them to forcibly take the three people out.

However, these people have oversimplified the matter. When it comes to force, Goro Majima has a significant advantage.

Just as several hotel security guards surrounded the three performers, Goro Majima threw down his drumsticks and knocked them all to the ground in just two bars. He then quickly returned to the rhythm, as if beating people was part of the performance.

"It was a brutal performance, but I liked it."

Mika Nakashima said this to Takumi Kimura, who was sitting next to her.

"Was this specially arranged by the Cultural Life and Sports Bureau? It's got that 'Rage' style TV drama vibe. By the way, the kid on the left playing guitar is really good, at least much better than me."

Kimura Takuya also remained calm.

"Did you two enjoy this performance?"

The Sony Music executives sitting in front of them also turned around with interest.

"Making a scene at a meeting hosted by the Bureau of Cultural Affairs—I doubt the Tokyo music scene has seen anything this sensational in the last decade. My biggest wish right now is to talk to the three people on stage about the distribution rights to this song; I'm sure the sales won't be low. Do either of you know who the composer of this song is?"

Mika Nakashima and Takumi Kimura exchanged a glance and shook their heads simultaneously, with the latter making a suggestion.

"Mrs. Tsuzuki is a senior figure in the music industry; perhaps she has some ideas."

“No,” Mrs. Tsuzuki smiled and shook her head, “this is the first time I’ve heard this song either.”

Make way for me: 093 Fundamentalist Street Performance