A band simulator, but all girl-heavy!

Xiaozhi raised her hand slightly. She had always been dismissive of discussions and liked to keep quiet and pretend to be an expert, but she was the first to raise an opinion.

"Ah, I think it's necessary too."

Taoxiang nodded.

"Ms. Taoxiang, weren't you firmly against it before? Hmm? You even said it was too childish..."

With a mocking smile on her face, Renai teased, "I'd like to hear why Ms. Momoka changed her mind! Is that okay?"

"fool."

Momoka nonchalantly gave Nina a thumbs-up, "I just figured it out... Our possibilities, our future, ultimately still depend on working towards the Budokan."

"So, Momoka now agrees that we should participate in the band review to end the band?"

Subaru frowned and couldn't help but ask.

"of course."

Taoxiang nodded. "No reason to object, right? It's just..."

"only?"

Nina tilted her head.

"It's just that I have no intention of inviting Aoi back to our band. I have to make that clear."

Taoxiang raised the corner of her mouth and said lightly, "The reason is very simple. She already has her own band and has decided to move forward with it. I don't think she is someone who will change her mind midway."

"Then... then what's the point of us participating in the warm-up live?"

Subaru's expression changed slightly, his brows furrowed slightly, and as if dissatisfied with the answer, he muttered softly, "Should we give up on Aoi?"

She didn't know what others were thinking, but she couldn't let go of Aoi anymore.

If the previous time when he pushed Aoi down and said strange words to her only made her feel embarrassed and troubled, this time all that was left was longing for and dependence on Aoi.

She is different from others... The memories she has left are not just the years when they formed a band together. She still remembers the experience of growing up with Aoi. She remembers Aoi's eyes and smile, Aoi's clear voice, and Aoi's charming figure. She remembers all of this clearly.

Imagine that there is a childhood friend in your memory who you grew up with, and this childhood friend also formed a band with you and walked on the highest stage in the country together, but suddenly you learn to keep a distance from this person and treat him or her as a complete stranger.

is it possible?

She couldn't accept it.

A person named Aoi has been forced into her life, and now she can't let go of that person no matter what she does.

"Even if we're not in a band...we can still do this, right?"

Taoxiang whispered, "She will definitely move towards that goal, and we will follow in the footsteps of her band..."

She suddenly paused, looked around at everyone's expressions, and the smile on her face became very sincere.

"This warm-up live performance is just to prove our determination and our sincerity to her..."

1

Chapter 1 is probably about the possibilities of the future: cucumbers and cats.

In the early morning, the lights in the room came on with the crisp sound of the switch, and the surroundings were instantly filled with bright and warm light.

I poked my head out from my warm little nest, feeling the bright light, and looked towards the door in confusion. It took me a long time to gradually recognize the familiar outline.

She was a slender girl, as beautiful as a doll.

Her soft light green hair is like the smoothest silk in the world, her golden eyes are like the bright moon at night, enough to light up any corner of the world that cannot be illuminated by any light, her skin is flawless white, and every inch of her facial features looks so perfect and delicate.

She was holding a beautiful little plate and a glass of water with my favorite food in them. The warm air gradually seeped into my nostrils, making me salivate. I stared at her as she walked towards me step by step.

"come over."

Her voice is very soft and faint, but I like it very much. It sounds crisper, quieter and gentler than the bell on my neck. Whenever I hear it, I feel a sense of peace as if my soul is being caressed.

I immediately obediently moved closer, gently rubbing my cheek against her fair and smooth arm, subconsciously making purring sounds to express my affection.

She squatted down, gently stroked my soft beige hair, put down the food bowl and water in her hands, and there was a strong emotion in her eyes that I could feel.

Her touch was gentle and loving, her eyes were hot and full of desire.

She is my master.

I am a cat, a very human-like cat. My owner named me Xiaokui, because it is said that this is her favorite flower.

I think I am probably the smartest cat in the world. I can understand my owner's orders and read her emotions. I can understand every command and all her murmurs in her beautiful voice. I can see her overflowing love and pampering for me through her golden eyes like the moon.

My master, she cherishes me very much.

I think this is probably natural. She always says that I am the most beautiful and cutest cat in the world. According to my owner's description, I have very unique beige hair, emerald green eyes, and a smooth and beautiful body.

All these make my owner love me. She always likes to be with me and spends several hours every day with me, stroking my beige fur, or staring quietly at my emerald green eyes, or simply letting me lie beside her, doing nothing, just staring blankly together.

The time she spent with me was probably happy. My master was beautiful, always expressionless like a doll, but I could see her emotions through her eyes and feel her happiness and peace of mind when she was with me.

So I can always feel when she is sad and upset. Whenever she is down, I will make cute noises, go over to her and rub her arms, lick her fingers, and she will immediately become happy.

It is obvious when humans are happy, even a beauty like my master who always hides herself with an expressionless and cold face. Whenever I do this, her cheeks always warm up quickly, and her cheeks look like red apples, and a smile always appears on that beautiful face.

Most likely she still wants to suppress her emotions. Every time the master endures her joy, she tries very hard, so much so that her breathing becomes rapid. But she can't hide it from me, because I can see the desire burning like a flame through her eyes.

As for what kind of desire it is, I have no idea. In fact, I don’t understand what the word really means. It’s just as if it has remained in my mind a long time ago. When I see the owner’s eyes showing that kind of expression, I subconsciously understand that it is desire.

I understand my owner, and I will try my best to be a well-behaved cat, not to make her worry, not to make her troubled, and just to make her feel happy.

After all, that's my worth, isn't it? What else could a cat be? To make its owner happy, wholeheartedly. That's all.

However, there are times when I cannot understand my master. Perhaps as a cat, there are limits to what I can do. Although I can understand what my master says, I can only understand the pronunciation of the words themselves and their meanings individually. I cannot understand them at all when they are combined together.

Maybe that's not something a cat should understand, but I still want to understand it, because every time that happens, the owner looks very sad and helpless, as if she has done something wrong but can't make up for it.

Her eyes would flash with desire, and dance with apology and self-blame, as if a demon and an angel were fighting in her mind, and she would just helplessly hold me in her arms, gently stroking my beige hair, her cold voice revealing emotions that were so complex that I couldn't understand.

What did she say then...

Yes, it's "I'm sorry."

She said: "Xiao Kui, I'm sorry, I didn't want to turn you into this."

What does that mean? In human communication, "sorry" seems to express regret and self-blame, and desires forgiveness for having done something wrong.

But why should the owner apologize to me? She gives me delicious food and water every day, sits next to me to accompany me, often washes me and takes care of my long hair.

Everything I have was given by her. It can be said that my master is my everything, my whole world. Why should such a gentle, beautiful, great and kind person apologize to me?

I can't even find any faults in my master, nor can I find any wrong things she has done... If I had to say something, maybe it was because the bell she put on me before was a little noisy, so I took it off and threw it away.

But that was my fault, how could it be the owner's fault? I have now overcome my annoyance with the bell, and the owner also likes to hear the sound of it jingling when I move with it on.

I can't figure it out.

I am very happy, very joyful, and very at ease.

My master has given me everything I need in life, given me love and care, and I can't think of anything I would be dissatisfied with.

If only I could speak.

If I could speak, I could tell my master that she has done nothing wrong to me, that I love her and depend on her very much, and that I just want to play happily with my master and be together forever.

But I couldn't speak because cats can't talk. I could only make cute noises to try to express my love for her, but the owner probably wouldn't understand me.

So, in order to do this, I just want to stay with my owner for a longer time. Perhaps only companionship can express my most sincere love.

I love her.

This is the value of my existence.

176

Chapter 176: The drum team members learn how to put pressure on people correctly.

Aoi took a deep breath, brewing a rhythm and notes in her heart that no one else could hear, and slowly closed her eyes.

When this power was on the verge of reaching its peak and was about to burst out, she slowly opened her emerald green eyes, pressed the strings with her left hand, and skillfully held the bow with her right hand.

Switch chords.

Pull the string.

Switch again.

Her beige hair swayed slightly with her movements, and she seemed to be in an elegant music hall. Her emerald eyes were lowered and gentle, and she swayed her waist slightly to the long and beautiful piano music, just like Manager Xiao who was dancing and playing music in the music box.

Her violin skills were already excellent, and after this period of time using the simulator, her skills had improved almost by leaps and bounds, reaching a level that was clearly audible to both experts and laymen.

Aoi's previous level probably gave people the impression that she was a young violin learner with excellent skills. An outsider could not hear any flaws, and experienced musicians would not find much fault with her. For a student of her age, this was already an incredible level.

But with her current level, she probably would have no problem standing at a professional concert and integrating into a large-scale music performance as an independent violinist. She is like a confident and outstanding violinist. She can play many classical violin pieces with ease, with almost no mistakes, and only amazing skills.

Of course, her guitar skills, singing, lyrics and composition skills have also been steadily improving. At this moment, Aoi is playing her next new song for the members of the Ending Band in Starry's recording studio - "Black Sheep", which has been arranged by Aoi to be suitable for the Ending Band.

This song is actually not rock, nor is it suitable for violin. The overall music sounds like a mournful song, with piano tones as the main arrangement. It sounds gloomy and depressing, but at the same time, there is sunshine dotted among the dark clouds, which seems to imply hope.

In the arrangement, Aoi strengthened the bass and guitar parts, and replaced the original piano sound with violin, making the whole music sad, as if a heartbroken person is playing a song filled with only sorrow in loneliness and accusations, while the fierce drum beats, heavy bass, and passionate guitar are like the light of resistance in this dark mood, guiding the fallen people to move forward again.

After Aoi finished playing the main melody purely on violin, the entire recording studio was so quiet for a moment as if someone had pressed the mute button. It was not until Aoi looked at everyone in confusion and tilted her head that the sound of someone speaking gradually appeared.

"...Is this song written by Aoi recently?"

The first person to speak was Hong Xia. Although she tried to appear calm, the shock could not be erased from her stiff expression.

"Yeah, that's about right...~The arrangement isn't quite there yet, I think I'll polish it up with Ryo later."

Aoi nodded gently, put the violin aside, picked up the sheet music and lyrics book she had prepared, and handed them to Hongxia. "I think it should be pretty good...but in terms of structure, the vocal harmony part may require a little more. If you don't like it, I can change it."

"...It's already very complete. Honestly, even at my level, I can't see anything to criticize."

Liang stared at the music sheet closely, a trace of solemnity appearing on his usually calm and handsome face. He stared at Aoi as if she were a monster, and after a moment's scrutiny, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you upset?"

"Why is this the conclusion?"

Aoi complained dissatisfiedly.

"Musical inspiration is just like literary and artistic creation. It is easily inspired by external things."

Liang nodded and explained slowly, "If you weren't stimulated... it's a little hard to imagine that someone as fringe-minded as you could write music like this."

"Stereotypes are the culprit that stifles a person's potential, right?"

Aoi puffed up her cheeks in protest.

"I, I don't quite understand the song, but I can tell... violin! Aoi's violin is getting better and better..."

Kita waved his hands excitedly, as if trying to express his emotions. "I guess I heard it right? Huh?"

"I can probably tell it's even better than before..."

The stiff smile on Hong Xia's face finally disappeared, revealing a nervous look. She couldn't help but ask, "Aoi, are you secretly practicing behind our backs?"

It's a familiar problem. Most people are always like this. If they are eating, drinking and having fun while their friends around them are working hard, they will feel uneasy to a certain extent - although the final solution for most people is to continue eating, drinking and having fun uncomfortably.

But a band is different. A band is not a stage where victory or defeat is decided by one person. Although the strength or weakness of an individual can affect the band, it cannot completely determine the level of the band. If one person is too strong, it may completely overshadow the existence of others. They may be perfect when taken alone, but they will appear uncoordinated when put together.

In other words, if your level is far behind that of your bandmates, why not go it alone or find a more suitable band?

Therefore, the sense of crisis that was mentioned during the training camp once again surfaced in Hongxia's mind, so that she asked subconsciously.

"I do practice privately... but I haven't been hiding it from you. I usually have music lessons arranged by my family, and I practice extra at night from time to time."

Aoi smiled sheepishly, "And it's not as exaggerated as you say! I just wanted to show off a new trick I learned recently."

"Anyway...it's all pretty impressive."

Pochi lowered his head, muttering softly, his expression looking a little solemn.

"Everyone can do it too!"

Aoi clapped her hands with a smile. Seeing everyone's reactions, she felt a strange sense of triumph in her heart. Finally, she spoke, "If we just start training like we did before the music festival, no, even more intensely than before, we'll definitely be countless times stronger than we are now!"

She knew she was being a little hasty, but as Liang had said, if they didn't speak their minds and offer their opinions, the band would eventually stop feeling like a band.

She had seen too many times in the simulator what the consequences would be if people didn't speak properly and were unwilling to communicate with each other.

"Let's work together! How about...? Together, let's make our next independent live the best performance yet."

Aoi looked at her companions who were lost in thought and encouraged them softly.