Social phobia and lonely rock

"Hey, hey..." Number One looked at Number Two in shame, then looked at the person following her and asked her.

"Is it okay? The kid's been getting a little too excited lately."

"No, it's okay occasionally." Number Three scratched his head slightly gloomily and asked Number One, who seemed much more mature.

“Just go to a show.”

Number One nodded.

Their school assigns dormitories according to majors, and this area is basically full of students from the photography department.

With less than two weeks left before returning to school, she also knew that the other party was probably worried about handing in homework.

"That's fine. I just need some inspiration recently."

Number Three's voice was a little low and dull, and he looked quite gloomy.

"Yeah! Let's go together."

Number One smiled and invited her as well.

Number One knows this person. She simply doesn't like to interact with people. She usually has this expression and hides in a corner by herself.

However, maybe the song of the band ending will attract her.

Number one is to believe that they have that kind of incomparable handsomeness.

...

When they arrived at Shinjuku Folt, the three of them just happened to catch dinner time. They took advantage of the time difference and entered the store without waiting in line for long.

As soon as they entered the store, the faint sounds of intense music and singing reached their ears.

Number One and Number Two showed some excitement on their faces, but Number Three looked uncomfortable.

She looked at the door next to the ticket gate. The sound she heard that forced her heart to accelerate was just a glimpse of what was coming out from the seal of the door.

The moment she passed the ticket check and opened the door, the warm atmosphere and blind madness that gushed out of the venue made her heart full of regret.

But under the encouraging gazes of No. 1 and No. 2 in front of her, she still walked in.

But she had already silently decided in her heart that she would never come next time, and just treat this time as a social experience.

When they got inside, contrary to what she had imagined, after entering, No. 1 and No. 2 did not immediately join the crowd in partying. Instead, they calmly found a corner and sat down happily.

Seeing this, No. 3's expression became much more relaxed.

If the two men really left her alone and went out to have fun, she would definitely turn around and leave.

Inside the venue, lights flickered, music shook the heartstrings, and a large crowd of people stood in front waving and swaying.

Next to her, Number Two leaned over to her and spoke to her seriously and gently.

"The band I recommend is in the second-to-last show."

"Second from last...what time is it?"

After hearing what No. 2 said, No. 3 suddenly had a bad thought.

"20:30 p.m."

Number One added with a smile.

Number Three picked up her phone and checked the time. She began to regret that she had stayed in such a noisy place for two hours! ?

But while feeling regretful, I couldn't help but become curious.

Although she didn't really like the band performing on the stage, she could hear that the band was playing very well.

But these two didn't seem interested at all.

What kind of band is the only one that can make them ignore other bands and wait patiently?

After this band finished its performance, two more bands passed before the closing band finally came on stage.

Although the stage was covered by a curtain, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the name of the closing band projected on the pure white curtain.

Finally the real protagonist appeared.

The sound of instrument tests coming from behind the curtain made them even more excited.

But at this time, No. 1 and No. 2 noticed that at the beverage window in the corner, someone took back the peripherals sold by the previous band and replaced them with peripherals sold by another band.

Their eyes lit up, and without hesitation, they dropped number three and ran over quickly.

Number Three looked at the two people stupidly. They had accompanied her in the previous performances of several bands, so why did they run away without saying a word now?

However, she saw the two people walking towards the sales window, so she hesitated for a moment and then walked over as well.

"Wow, there are so many more peripherals, that's great!"

"Even the band T-shirts are there, and there's this signed wristband."

Hearing the two people exclaiming in surprise, No. 3 quickened his pace and rushed over.

But she saw that although No. 2 was talking about the wristband, he was holding a large ending tape in his hand. She confirmed it again and found that there was indeed a signature on it.

That's just a tie! It's not a wristband!

And why does he look so honored that the band is making money?

She began to doubt whether it was a good idea for her to follow the two of them out.

Finally, the two of them bought a bunch of things, put the original soups and foods in the canvas bags they had bought, and with No. 3, who looked doubtful about his life, happily found the most suitable seat to watch the performance in the crowded venue.

And they just happened to pass by Sato Aiko.

...

As a fairly famous writer, Sato Aiko could ask the organizer to go to the backstage to interview the band.

But she didn't today.

She spent two days at this event and only interviewed a few decent bands.

On the last day, she did not interview any bands.

The reason was that she was looking forward to whether this event would give birth to a band that would shake up the entire Japanese music scene, but after searching for a long time, she could only find those relatively good bands among the younger generation.

She didn't find any band that she could call a treasure.

Therefore, she gave up a little and prepared to honestly follow the summary of the past few days, make a list, give an evaluation, and consider it the end of this activity.

After all, except for the current band that is about to end, the levels of the remaining bands are basically clear, and she knows them all.

She walked to the back row, ready to listen to this little-known band with a little anticipation.

After browsing the forum for a while, Sato Aiko saw that the time was up, so she exited the forum, clicked on the text, and looked up at the stage.

Just then, the curtain on the stage slowly pulled up to the top, and the lead singer standing in the middle greeted the audience with a smile.

"Hello everyone, we are the Ending Band, a band that has just been established for less than half a year."

Finally seeing the true face of this band, Sato Aiko was a little surprised. They were all quite cute and could be a bit of a topic, but she only cared about their performance level.

She was looking at her phone, listening to the opening remarks on the stage nonchalantly.

Kita continued speaking as if to explain why they didn't have much intelligence on the Internet.

"Before, due to various circumstances, we were never able to perform perfectly, so there weren't many videos of our performances on the Internet."

"But being here today..."

At this moment, someone in the audience suddenly shouted in shock.

"Guo Chengyan appeared in the BAR."

"Is it that singer Guo Chengyan?!"

The person who spoke first replied "That's right" and walked out.

Sato Aiko raised her eyes from her mobile phone. She had seen what it meant to be affected by various circumstances. This band was really unlucky.

She took advantage of the hesitation of the lead singer on the stage and quickly opened the forum.

Sure enough, the forum was full of news about Guo Chengyan appearing in the livehouse at BAR.

There are also such people in the younger generation of bands.

Sato Aiko knew that the organizers of the music festival would also confirm the identities of the members during the auditions.

In other words, the singer was not the lead singer of a band, but was just there to watch the performance.

But this has caused too much fuss.

It is obvious that someone is behind this and fanning the flames, using off-field tactics to attract popularity.

...

When the curtain opened, No. 3 looked curiously at the band that No. 1 and No. 2 cared about so much.

But she was surprised to find that the band members looked younger than them, perhaps just high school students.

She glanced at the expectant expressions of No. 1 and No. 2, then looked at the five people again.

As the lead singer spoke, Number Three's gaze roamed left and right until it finally stopped on a pink-haired girl sitting on the side of the stage.

She lowered her head, her bangs covering her eyes, but Number Three could detect her expression from the lower half of her face.

She was nervous and not adapting.

Perhaps it is empathy, or perhaps it is the realization that the other person is also a marginalized person.

Number Three's heart stayed on the pink-haired girl.

As for the commotion among the audience behind her, she didn't pay any attention to it. Instead, she only paid attention to how the band on the stage would deal with it.

...

On stage, after the curtain opened, Kita was surprised to see that the venue was even more crowded than expected.

But she suppressed her excitement and started the interaction.

However, unexpectedly, her words became like a flag, and things changed again.

Seeing this scene, she looked back at Ishikawa Hayabusa helplessly.

Ishikawa Hayabusa chuckled, then looked at Hongxia and Liang, and saw that they also had helpless expressions on their faces.

But when he was about to take action, Pochi moved first!

...

In Pochi's eyes.

Every time the curtain in front of her rose a point, the number of people in her eyes doubled.

The densely packed crowd made her eyes widen, with a hint of fear in her eyes.

But the more scared she was, the more she felt the support from her friends behind her and beside her.

She quickly adjusted her mood, listened to Kita's voice, and prepared herself to perform in her mind.

But after the commotion in the venue, she saw more than a dozen people walking out of the venue, and the last tragic performance immediately emerged in her mind.

Once again...once again, this happens.

Pochi wanted to do something to stop this.

Do something... to make them stop.

She lowered her head. The only things she could rely on were her guitar and the falcon, but she had decided not to rely on the falcon.

So, at this time, there was no one to call out and no one to give orders.

In the midst of misfortune that was only beginning to emerge.

Boqi lifted the neck of the guitar in one go, put down the pick, and played the guitar.

The audio signal flashed from the guitar, passed through the backstage, and was transferred to the large loudspeaker in the venue, and then spread to the entire venue.

The extremely fast playing combined with various techniques, like a show of skill or a display of one's fangs, echoed throughout the venue.

Those who had not yet left the venue could not help but shudder when they heard the sound of the guitar.

Fan No. 1 and Fan No. 2 in the audience showed expressions of joy that were not unexpected, but still full of surprise.

This section is not long, but after the guitar solo ends, it feels like time has stopped.