Social phobia and lonely rock

Trying hard to find a guitarist...it doesn't feel like a small matter anymore.

And tomorrow is the day for the performance! What are you going to do with Ijichi-senpai?

As for asking her to go, Kita Ikuyo sighed.

She no longer had the face to appear in front of them.

Ishikawa Hayabusa: "Don't worry too much about the guitarist. If things don't work out, I can simulate the sound of the guitar."

"Also, if you don't come, I'll tell Ryo and Nijika that Kita doesn't think highly of your performance, so he doesn't want to play with everyone."

Scum! !

Kita Ikuyo was so angry that her teeth were about to break.

But after coming to his senses, he understood what Ishikawa Hayabusa meant.

"Let me think about it."

...

The next day, when she arrived at school, Kita Ikuyo still didn't know whether she should go.

In case something goes wrong because of their hasty playing, wouldn't it be like watching their good show?

When she arrived at the class, she saw Ishikawa Hayabusa, who got along very well with everyone in the class, and glared at him fiercely.

The other party had an embarrassed look on his face, hunched his shoulders, clasped his hands together and begged for mercy repeatedly.

It's time for lunch.

"Kita-chan, what's today's bento?"

"I didn't say I would give it to you."

Kita Ikuyo was chatting casually with her friends, but out of the corner of her eye she noticed a pink figure passing quickly outside the classroom.

She moved briskly and with a sense of excitement, as if she was expecting something.

But compared to the pink sportswear, the guitar on her back attracted more attention of Kita Ikuyo.

Guitarist...

"Sorry, I'm going to go out."

Kita Ikuyo immediately put away her lunch box and chased after the figure.

From the corridor, then to the staircase, and then to the bottom of the stairs.

The figure disappeared.

Kita Ikuyo's mind was full of question marks.

How could she lose him at such a short distance? After doubting for a while, she heard the sound of a guitar.

A guitar sound that sounds like a low, screaming song.

...

She came to her safe place with great joy.

Unable to contain his excitement, Goto Ichiri took out his guitar, then connected the small amplifier, power supply, and all the wires.

Let’s practice first.

I played the song using some tricks like speed plucking, tapping the strings, hitting and hooking the strings.

"Yeah, no problem."

In the aftermath of the guitar.

She put down the guitar with satisfaction and turned back to look forward to Ishikawa Hayabusa's arrival.

I wonder if Ishikawa would be surprised to hear this? Ah, but he must have seen the video on the Internet.

As he thought about it, Goto Ichiri suddenly exuded a desperate aura as if he was about to die.

However, as soon as she turned her head, she saw a dark shadow in front of her, and the shadow said with shining eyes.

"Amazing!"

Goto Ichiri was startled, then heaved a sigh of relief.

What? It's just a ghost.

"You are Goto-san from Class 2, right?"

The black shadow revealed her true face. Kita Ikuyo squatted in this small space, holding her face and asked Goto Ichiri with a smile.

"Ahhhh!"

When he saw that it was Kita Ikuyo, Goto Ichiri was so scared that he twisted and flew directly onto the wall, clinging to the wall like Spider-Man, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Kita Ikuyo was frightened.

To be honest, she was also hurt. She didn't quite understand why Goto was so scared when he came to his senses and saw her.

"Um... Goto-san?"

Goto Ichiri, who was lying on the wall with his heart pounding, was panicked for a while. When he saw Kita Ikuyo's embarrassed look, he realized that he had done something very rude.

She climbed down from the wall, thought for a moment, then knelt down tremblingly.

"At least, at least save my life until you finish playing!"

She screamed in sobs.

"Do it?"

Kita Ikuyo tilted her head in confusion, but she immediately realized that Goto Ichiri had misunderstood something, so she didn't worry about it too much.

"Goto-kun plays the guitar so well, how long have you been learning it?"

Goto Ichiri got up from the ground, looked at Kita Ikuyo and blinked. Feeling that the other party didn't seem to care, he relaxed a little and slowly sat up straight.

she said quietly.

"Three...three years."

"so long!"

Kita Ikuyo covered her mouth in surprise, but immediately realized that her words were ambiguous and explained it immediately.

"Actually, I'd like to ask Goto-san for a favor."

As she spoke, she couldn't help feeling a little guilty thinking about how Goto Ichiri had practiced for three years, and how she dared to join the band without knowing how to play the guitar at all.

She lowered her head.

"I thought practicing guitar was easy because I joined a band, but today I have a performance and I don't know how to play guitar at all."

She raised her voice and begged Goto Ichiri with all her might.

"Please, Goto-san, can you take my place?"

"Eh..."

Goto Ichiri let out a sigh full of confusion.

24. Performance (4)

At this time, Goto Ichiri's cell phone rang.

She didn't realize that it was her cell phone that was ringing, but looked at Kita Ikuyo.

Kita Ikuyo was stunned for a moment and reminded her.

"Goto-san, your phone is ringing."

"Ah, sorry."

Goto Ichiri took out his cell phone in surprise and confusion, then he got up and crawled outside in this small space avoiding Kita Ikuyo.

Seeing her like this, Kita Ikuyo hurriedly said.

"It's okay, don't mind me."

No, I just wanted to take the opportunity to escape...

Goto Ichiri didn't dare to refuse. She sat there and looked at the phone. It was someone she didn't know. After hesitating for a long time, she picked up the phone.

"Is this Goto-san? I'm Ishikawa Hayabusa. Congratulations on making a friend. I'm watching you from the top of the stairs. I won't bother you anymore. Please play for me next time. Also, I'm sorry I just got your phone number from your teacher."

Ishikawa Hayabusa spoke rapidly, without giving Goto Ichiri a chance to retort, and hung up the phone.

Goto Ichiri was stunned for a long time before he looked up along the stairwell blankly.

In the dazzling light that seemed to carry the dust of heaven, a slender and delicate hand waved to her, then moved up step by step along the stair railing and slowly retracted.

The feeling of a beating heart.

What is this? So happy...

It turns out that Ishikawa-san is really here, and she even congratulated her on finding a friend, although it’s not...

She looked away.

For some reason, she felt a sense of urgency in her heart and was eager to change herself.

She hopes that the next time Ishikawa asks her if she wants to join the band, she will say yes.

She looked at Kita Ikuyo who still had a serious look of entrustment in her eyes.

After hesitating for a while, she mustered up the courage to speak to the person she was meeting for the first time.

"Ah... that... I've never played in front of others..."

Kita Ikuyo lowered her eyes in disappointment after listening to this. Just as she was about to express her understanding, she heard Goto Ichiri say.

"If you don't mind, I can..."

"It doesn't matter! Seniors..."

Kita Ikuyo immediately leaned forward excitedly, but her sunny smile only bloomed for a moment before slowly fading.

“It shouldn’t be too strict…”

She lowered her head hesitantly again.

"Eh..." Goto Ichiri leaned back nervously.

"At least let the senior listen to it. Goto-san plays so well, there must be no problem."

Kita Ikuyo encouraged.

...

After school.

Goto Ichiri regretted it, very much.

She even looked for a time machine for a while, and even sent herself a text message with a timer set to the morning.

"Don't agree to Kita-san's request."

After all the trouble, she walked reluctantly towards the livehouse which was a few kilometers away.

It's not because of the distance that I don't want to go, but because...

"Then I'll leave it to Goto-san. I've spoken to Ijichi-senpai and she'll come pick you up."

"Hmm? Where's Kita-san?"

When asked this question, Kita Ikuyo showed an embarrassed expression. She looked away and said embarrassedly.

"I won't go. Come on, Goto-san!"

As she spoke, she clenched her fist and gave Goto Ichiri some encouragement.

Goto Ichiri smiled, blood flowing from his mouth.

The memories ended, and she walked alone on the roadside where even the setting sun could not reach. She lowered her head, looking at the grass growing on the curb, feeling heavy in her heart.