Blossoms of The Forgotten Day Chapter 3: Chapter 3

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I turned my face away. "What? Why are you looking at me? You know I cannot play anymore." "You do not know until you try," Asahi said. My head went down. "I do not want to try. Not after that day. My voice is not what it was. It is out of the question." Then a soft voice cut through the air between us. "It can be a duet, you know. I could be the voice for your instrument. And I would need an instrumentalist anyway." Haruka. Speaking in that same warm, easy tone she seemed to carry everywhere. Haruki grabbed onto it immediately. "Yes, she told me she is a vocalist. This is perfect." She turned on me. "No more excuses, you goofball. She is counting on you too, and you better not let her down." I did not see a way out. So I agreed, for the time being, and we headed back to class. The physics teacher came in and started talking about Kepler's laws of gravitation. I did not absorb a single word. My eyes kept drifting to her. She was writing something, and I knew for a fact she was not paying attention either, because the teacher had not asked us to write anything, and she did not strike me as the type who takes notes for fun. The bell rang and school was over. Asahi went to basketball practice. Haruki to football. I headed to the music room. There were no other students interested in music at our school. I was the only member of the music club. I sat there, swinging on the chair, earphones in, phone out, playing Shinunoga E-Wa and humming quietly to the lyrics. Then the door slammed open. Haruka. Every muscle in my body locked up. The chair tipped and I went with it. One earbud pulled free as I hit the floor. She came closer. I got up slowly, righted the chair, and searched for the bud without looking at her. "You scared the spirit out of me," I said softly. "I got it!" she announced, loud and cheerful. "Got what?" "Did you already forget? The competition." It came back to me. "Right. It just slipped my mind." She pouted slightly. "What is the difference anyway. Here." She held out a sheet of paper. "These are the lyrics." I took it. "Is this what you were writing in the middle of class?" "Wait, were you watching me? Someone has a secret side." "No. It is not like that. You were sitting almost next to me." She laughed. "I know. I was kidding." I read the lyrics. My mind was already trying to fit them to a melody. [Verse 1] I wanna be a victim, I wanna have conviction I wanna be the hero, I wanna be the villain I wanna be a savior, I wanna be a killer I wanna go on adventure, I wanna seek my pleasure Oh-oh... [Chorus] I'm just a wannabe, who wants everything Oh-oh, I'm just a lost soul Searching for someone to take me on [Verse 2] I wanna be the prey, I wanna be the hunter I wanna chase a knife, I wanna be the scythe I wanna be the sad man, I wanna be the hangman I'm just a lost soul that never feels whole [Bridge] I change like the tide, stitched in disguise I fake the light, then beg it to rise I'm just a lost soul, fading in the night Looking for someone to make me feel right [Chorus] I'm just a wannabe, wanting everything Oh-oh, I'm just a lost soul Trying to find someone to make me whole These lyrics felt like a piece of my heart that had not been stolen. Just not found yet. Or maybe a piece I had not wanted to find. I rhymed them quietly under my breath, searching for the melody hiding inside them. Then she spoke. "So. Did you like them?" "Yes." My voice broke slightly on the word as I kept reading. "These are great. They settle in without hurting the heart. But they still hit it hard." She smiled and asked, "So which instrument do you play?" "I used to play classical guitar." "Used to? Why did you quit?" I stayed silent. Her bright expression shifted. Not into sadness exactly. More like recognition. As if she had found her answer already, sitting there inside the silence. "Anyway," she said after a moment. "You liked the lyrics. So I can count you in?" I could not deny her. No, that was not quite right either. I did not want