Behind The Scenes

Rythm And Soul

For as long as I can remember, I've been keeping a secret, a hobby of mine. Everyday once school ended; I'd go somewhere special. a hidden gem if you will.

A certain red head spoke, "Nagisa! want to walk home with me?" Karma Akabane, my closest friend ever since my first year at Kunugigaoka. I'd really love to walk home with him, however..

"Sorry Karma, I've got to get to work! tomorrow, though?" he smiled, placing his papers in his bag, he wasn't entirely lying, he just wasn't telling the full truth. He rushed out of the classroom and a page dropped from the many which were jumbled in his bag. "Since when does he have a job?" Karma muttered.

Karmas POV (kind of)

his attention suddenly averted, what's this? he picked up the page that his friend had just dropped, it was.. a music sheet? symbols and words were sorted neatly among each line, the complexity of it made Karmas head hurt. Why does Nagisa have a music sheet?

he handled it with care placing it in his bag, zipping it up and grabbing the handle, he rushed out the door, intent on figuring out the answers to both of his questions. Being sure not to draw attention to himself, he trailed behind his friend calmly and watched as he undid and then redid his hair, turning it into a half up, half down hairstyle. he removed his navy-blue vest and practically tossed it into an empty section in his bag, he untucked his collared shirt, allowing it to rest above his pants. finally, to karmas amusement, Nagisa proceeded to undo almost half of his shirt buttons. "What in the world is he doing..." karma muttered, an eyebrow raised as he tried to make sense of what he witnessed.

Nagisa suddenly came to a halt, causing karma's heart to drop, the bluenette turned around yet saw nothing, Karma had already turned the nearest corner, he plastered his back to the wall, arms stiff and mouth shut. he sighed of relief when Nagisa turned back around. he looked left and right, as if preparing to cross the street, he then stepped inside a large yet somewhat run-down building, the design was obviously that of a beautiful place, it just seemed to be standing for years and years, there was a neon sign inches above the entrance and graffiti among the hidden walls.

Karma racked his brain trying to figure out what was happening, Is this where Nagisa was going every day? or did I just manage to get lucky? we walk home together sometimes so it must be an occasional thing..

before karma knew it, he was taking a few steps at a time, he knew that if Nagisa could handle whatever was happening inside then he could too, step by step he edged closer, "wait.. there's a window.." he kneeled under it and peeked through, only to witness a large stage surrounded by rows and rows of teenagers

chatting amongst themselves, despite the voices not being that loud individually, with everyone speaking at once it was enough to give a grown adult a migraine. he figured it to be safe, and so he walked inside and joined the crowd.

Maybe this is just a concert he wanted to attend, why did he say he was going to work though?

and just then, his question was answered.

a familiar figure stepped on to the stage carrying a red electric guitar, blue, slightly messy hair, styled into a half up half down hairstyle, a partially unbuttoned collared shirt, resting above his grey cargo pants. cheers erupt from the crowd,

"NAGISA!"

"I LOVE YOU"

"KYAAA!"

Karma watched, mouth agape as he began to speak. "Hello, Japan!! Thank you for coming today, our first song is called 'Motherly'!" He signaled to his band and began tapping his guitar to the rhythm, and then, he started.. singing? each word with rhythm and soul, his voice was.. amazing. he was strumming his guitar with so much skill, karma was under the impression he had been doing it for years.

Karma took a photo and left the stadium. the music growing more distant with each step, he stood at the entrance, mind blank.

"what the fuck?!"