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[Chapter 3] Nana, Nana, and Nana

The sound of wood being dragged against wood is a disgusting sound. My skin literally crawled hearing it. I had to wake up and look out of my apartment to see the doors to number 707 open with some wood at the door.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

Long lashes, pale skin, mascara, red lipstick. A beautiful woman in fishnets was dragging some wood into her apartment.

"No, it's okay. Are you building something?" I was still in pajamas, but I was genuinely curious as to why someone would drag lumber up seven flights of stairs.

"I just moved into 707. I got some wood from a nearby construction site. I was hoping to put together a table." She dragged the rest of the wood in before coming out to talk to me. So she was new to the building like me.

"Need any help? I'm handy with my hands."

"Nah, it's okay. I'm Nana, by the way."

I knew we didn't have the same name, but it would be fun to play a little.

"No way, my name is Nana too!" I said in shock.

She stared at me wide-eyed, "No way, the first time it was a coincidence, but again?"

"I'm joking! Joking! I'm Nanami," I said in laughter.

Nana smiled at me. "You had me scared for a moment, Nanami."

"How come?"

"My roommate, she's also called Nana."

I gasped, "No way!"

"Way."

"That's freaky!"

Nana laughed, her hand going through her short black hair. I did wonder if she was a model or an actress. She probably should be; she looked really beautiful.

"Just give me a few seconds to change, and I'll come help!"

"You don't—" Before she could protest, I had gone back to my room.

Nana was the kind of person who wouldn't rely on someone, but at that time, I desperately needed more friends, so I needed a reason to hang out around her. Truly she was cool, much cooler than me. It took a lot of courage to keep talking to her that morning, but I'm glad I did.

We finished the table earlier than expected, and she made some stew. I sat on the bench looking out at the river with a cup of water.

Nana lit a cigarette and took another out to offer.

"No thanks." I had met more smokers here than I had ever in my life; I was starting to consider it myself.

"So, Nami, how long have you been here?"

"About two weeks now? Only recently. Did you come here to study too?"

"I dropped out of high school to be in a band."

"So cool!" I thought of that night with Junko and the others. If Nana was in a band, then she was probably a singer, right? Actually, she'd be a hella cool bass player. "Are you the bass player? Were you in a punk band?"

My excitement must have rubbed her the right way since she patiently answered my question. Her band used to be called 'Black Stone.' I was painfully inexperienced with music, so she played a CD for me.

Nana had this beautiful raw voice, the voice of someone who could command a crowd's emotions. I was in awe listening to the CD; I started humming along.

"Like it?" she asked with a grin on her face. She knew I liked it.

"I love it! You've convinced me to buy a CD player," I said in delight.