Song of the Heart

Chapter five: Music and Diner

Giyuu's POV
Then, once again, a new conversation with Shinazugawa starts up. He wants me to sing to one of his other works. He thinks it might be a good idea to make a song together. I click on his profile, and he is so much more famous than I am. This could kickstart something for me... Being famous sounds scary, but I want to make music for people to enjoy. Maybe it could even become my full-time job.
Ah, I can't even imagine what that would be like. If I do, I would just be getting in over my head. Just because this talented musician likes my voice and lyrics doesn't necessarily mean anything. I look over at Sabito again, and he's on the phone. He is probably talking to Makomo, a close girl friend of his. I haven't met her just yet, but I bet she's good.
Sabito doesn't just make friends with anyone. Which is why I'm shocked we have been friends for this long and even live together. I smile and turn my focus back to my phone and pull out my headphones from my pocket, and plug them in. I listen to a few different melodies by him and then choose the one that speaks out to me the most. I go into my room, lock the door, and set up everything I need. It takes a while, but it's worth it.
Then, I work on listening to it over and over as I then work on making lyrics. This part probably takes a big chunk of the whole process. After what feels like ten minutes, it has actually been about two and a half hours. I sigh and then get my voice warmed up for singing. After about fifteen minutes or so of that, I go over it, singing but not recording. As I make sure it's good enough, I set up my phone and record a bit of what I have made. I @ him and do some of the extra criteria and post the song piece, and it uploads.
After finally finishing everything, I get up and stretch. Yawning and a bit sore from not moving around for so long. Then I realized that I hadn't eaten anything today. Sabito made lunch way earlier, but I never actually sat down and ate any. I grumble and mess with my poor state of a ponytail. It's fine. I put my phone into my pocket and headed to the living room. Sabito is gone, and I head over to the fridge. Nothing. Did he eat everything he made? I thought it was a lot.
I sigh and go to make myself at least a bit more presentable. I may have recorded myself singing, looking like the mess I am, but going out in town is a little bit different. There, I can see them judge me and hear anything they may say. So I put my black mop into a low bun as best as I can and slip on my shoes. Grabbing my wallet and straightening my shirt, I head out. This town has all kinds of people in it, and many are quite rude, so instead of walking to a run-down ramen shop, I get into my small blue car that barely works.
It works enough, though, and I drive almost an hour out to my favorite diner. The last time I went was with my older sister Tsutako, and she was dating the young owner of the establishment. Yet they decided they wanted to go and move somewhere more successful, so they did. He opened up a few more diners and works at one with my sister, who is now his wife, many hours away. I try to call at least twice a week, but they get busy over there, and it is a different time zone there. Which unfortunately complicates things for us.
So it's a bit of whenever we can both talk. I go into the diner that is now run by a lovely small woman. I smile even if it's just a small one. She smiles back at me, and I make my way to sit at a two seating table. It's pretty empty in here right now. Just like how I remember it. Being calm, not ever super busy and just relaxing. A few teens come out from the back, and some go clean tables and others mess around just a little bit. Then, one who seems to be the oldest walks over to me and has a notebook.

"May I take your order, sir?"

He smiles and I nod, not needing to look at the menu, remembering my favorite dish. Then just a water with it. The one hour drive here is all worth it.