I live my life in Tokyo

Mr. Butler nodded with satisfaction, "Well, this is enough for now."

"Shiki-san, table number four wants an omelette rice!"

"coming."

Mr. Butler stroked the two cats named Chocolate and Vanilla by the boy and chuckled, "You guys really like that boy."

Mr. Sakakibara rinsed the coffee cup and chatted with a few rich girls with a smile. After sending them away, he leaned on the counter and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's really not easy for you." Yuuma Miura had finished his American coffee a long time ago. He refilled his glass of orange juice and said after taking a sip.

"I've asked those fans who recognized me not to reveal my part-time job." The boy cleaned up the crumbs and stains near the coffee machine. After a while, he looked up and said, "But fortunately, those fans are all rational."

"If you get caught, you might have to resign."

"Well, that's what happened."

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

"Speaking of which, there is something I want to thank you for on behalf of my sister." said Yuma Miura.

The boy was stunned and waved his hands, "If you were just talking about the tickets for the idol event, wouldn't you have thanked me a long time ago?"

"It's not that." Miura Yuuma smiled, he crossed his fingers and tucked his lower lip behind, "Yumiko is happy that her friends opened up to her."

"That's a good thing. I'm sure your sister feels trusted."

"That's about right." The brother with sister control smiled and shook his head, "There's one more thing. Yumiko originally liked a boy in her class, but now she seems to have given up."

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

Yuuma Miura smiled meaningfully, "It is so painful to chase after someone who can't get an answer - this is the conclusion I came to after reading a light novel recently. Isn't it a good one?"

"So." He pounded the table, "You, you, when will you come home with me?"

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

"You are told to call me uncle!"

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

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

Kaede Sakakibara returned to the locker room, said goodbye to Shiki Natsume and the butler who were resting, patted the two cats' heads, and promised to take the sisters home in autumn. Then he changed into normal clothes and met Yuma Miura in front of the store.

"I told my agent about that project."

Miura Yuuma mentioned the boy's idea. He put his hands in his pockets, stepped on the sidewalk and looked back, "He said he would report to his superiors. Whether it will pass or not depends on them... But I don't think the chance is high."

"After all, the focus of idol activities is the idols. Having a whole band come out would be a bit distracting."

As they were talking, they took the subway to Akihabara and walked for about five minutes to reach the office.

The floor we went to today was the one where Kaede Sakakibara heard Nishikino Maki singing last time. It is a floor for musicians.

Yuuma Miura was obviously an old acquaintance. After greeting the front desk skillfully, he walked into the practice room he used most often.

There are many musical instruments inside, but the most eye-catching one is the drum set placed in the middle.

“This is a band now.”

The boy looked at four positions. In the front was the lead singer's microphone, on the left was the guitarist, on the right was the bassist, and at the back sat the drummer.

"Ah, didn't I tell you that my dream is to be a member of the concert?"

Yuuma Miura skillfully sat on the drummer's seat, the drumsticks turning skillfully in his hands, "Sakakibara-san, if you want to hear something, I'll play it for you."

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

Sakakibara Kaede spread his hands and said, "I've never learned to play drums. So, play me a song that's the most difficult one, one that can break your hands."

Yuuma Miura was both angry and amused, but the boy was telling the truth and he couldn't refute it.

The drumsticks turned and the passionate drum beats sounded.

Even a layman can hear Yuuma Miura's professionalism from the wind-like drum sounds. These things are not simply talents, but require day and night practice to achieve.

The boy went to the guitar hanging on the wall and plucked the strings with his fingers. After a while he realized that the sound was too low and was completely covered by the drum set.

After the song was over, Kaede Sakakibara applauded Yuuma Miura for his efforts and achievements.

"If all the musicians in STARS were at the level of Miura-san, I think the agency could organize a band to hold concerts."

“Haha, that’s too exaggerated.”

He raised an eyebrow at the boy, "Sakakibara-san knows how to play guitar?"

"I know a little bit, but the sound of the acoustic guitar is too quiet." Sakakibara took a few steps forward, connected the socket of the electric guitar, and played it softly. The soul-stirring sound immediately sounded, "This is not bad."

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

The boy paused for a moment, holding his electric guitar, thinking, "Miura-san, do you remember the score of Tachikawa Toshiyuki's song The Most Important Thing?"

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

"The Most Important Thing" was all the rage back then and has now become one of the classic old songs. The sales of the single exceeded one million and the melody is inspiring.

"Let's try it." The boy plucked the strings.

-

"This is Maki Nishikino, who is about to join the STARS agency. She is currently an idol and musician. Please give me your guidance in the future."

The simplest way for musicians to communicate is music.

Although it seems a bit abstract, in their opinion, a person's music carries his soul. If a person's music is pure, then his character is pure.

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

Maki Nishikino sighed. She could only forget all the unhappiness in front of her favorite piano.

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

"Eh?"

In the rest area, someone unexpectedly spoke to me. I was wearing a hat and sunglasses, so why did someone recognize me?

"My name is Sakurajima Mai, and I'm very happy to meet you at the STARS office, Nishikino-san."

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

"It's Sakurajima-senpai."

There was a hint of coldness in her voice. It was not that the girl didn't watch TV. She knew how famous Sakurajima Mai was. She just didn't expect to be approached by her in the office that day.

"Just call me Sakurajima-san."

"Sakurajima-san."

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

"Yes." Nishikino Maki gave a polite smile, stood up and followed Sakurajima Mai.

She lowered her eyes. She was too nervous just now. Did she leave a bad impression on this actor who debuted as a child star?

At this moment, she was exposed to an unfamiliar environment and out of her comfort zone. She wanted to return to the familiar school and the familiar rooftop.

She will graduate this year and her idol activities as Muse will soon come to an end.

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

Mai Sakurajima looked at Nishikino Maki, who was as well-behaved as an excellent student, with a kind smile on her face, and thought to herself that she would ask for two copies when she asked for an autograph later.

Last time, Sakakibara Kaede said that she liked her singing, but because there were too many fans and it was time to go, she gave up.

After getting the signature, I will keep one copy for myself and give the other to the boy... But there are some conditions.

For example, give yourself a make-up class on social studies... or something like that.

After introducing the lounge, fitness facilities and other rooms, the group came to the musicians' floor.

Coming here, Nishikino Maki relaxed her shoulders and felt the musical atmosphere here, as if she had returned to another home.

"singing?"

On the musicians' floor, it was a rare thing to hear faint singing.

Most of the musicians nowadays play orchestral instruments such as violin and clarinet, so it is normal that they don’t have singing voices.

“It’s an old song.”

Nishikino Maki said softly, she walked forward in search of the singing sound.

Sakurajima Mai stood there, she felt that the song sounded familiar. She was stunned for a while, and then quickly caught up with Nishikino Maki.

When the song ended, Sakakibara Kaede smiled easily, while Miura Yuma had tears in his eyes and clapped loudly.

It was an exaggeration to say that his eyes were filled with tears; he was indeed so excited that he even whistled.

"Sakakibara-san has a great voice, which is the most important thing about the youth version." Miura Yuuma flipped his drumsticks with emotion and said, "Although the coordination is still a little off, overall it's good enough to be performed at a high school festival."

The boy laughed.

Music can lift people’s spirits.

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

The singer's mood.

Some singers can sing tearful songs with a broken heart, some singers sing the wildest heavy metal with an unruly heart, and some singers can sing with tenderness just to sing out the taste of love in love songs.

He looked into the microphone and took a deep breath.

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

Dreams, reality and decisions.

The most important thing is the decision.

Decision.

"Another day, another life."

"I wanna live it to the fullest."

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

He sang this song to himself.

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

Describe life with lyrics.

Yuuma Miura was beating the beat in the back, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter.

Outside the door, Sakurajima Mai was looking through the small glass window at the boy who was standing in front of the microphone and singing with his eyes closed.

"Before I disappear, before I shine, I will not change."

It turns out that he can really play the guitar.

It turns out that his singing voice is so beautiful.

It turns out that ? is his trumpet.

No wonder, no wonder I keep forwarding the embarrassing posts by the painter, forwarding the beautiful girl modeling, forwarding the new information of galgame, and forwarding the information of harem.

Mai Sakurajima is not bad at math.

?, does not belong.

Where don't you belong?

Doesn't it belong in Tokyo?

She pursed her lips and slowly closed her indigo eyes, immersed in the boy's clear and passionate singing.

"It's embarrassing."

The boy took a breath and left the microphone. He put the electric guitar aside, turned around and smiled at Miura Yuma's applause, "I haven't sung for a long time. I'm a little rusty."

"I think you look like a professional singer now. Would you consider changing your career and debuting as a singer?"

Yuuma Miura's eyes were bright and moist, as if he was affected by Sakakibara Kaede's mood. At this moment, he only felt great pride in his heart and would not regret any decision he made.

He smiled. He had just sung a song by his favorite band in the past, accompanied by an electric guitar. Now it seemed really like that.

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