TO SHOU WITH LOVE

31 - CRY

At four in the morning, Sailub sat up in bed, groped for the bedside lamp, and rubbed his temples.

Throughout the night, he hadn’t slept well, as if his mind was playing a poorly edited, disjointed movie, looping scenes about Thanapon—

Thanapon, full of hostility, walking into the second floor on his birthday; Thanapon, with blood dripping from his forehead after being hit by the guitar, giving him a indifferent glance, Thanapon, swinging the broken stool with all his might at the man, Thanapon provoked by Fiat without considering the consequences…

Clearly, his interactions with Thanapon had only spanned a little over a month, and the number of times they met was few, so why was his emotions stirred up so much by this young man…

Was it because matters of life and death were too significant?

What state was Thanapon in now?

Suddenly losing a blood relative, regardless of their relationship before, must have made it difficult for him to pass this time calmly…

Unable to sleep, Sailub got out of bed and sat in front of the computer, opening his email.

The other bands in the league had already sent demos, asking Sailub for feedback, but there was no word from Asperatus.

Leaning back in his chair, Sailub's opened one of the demos sent by another band.

The mediocre melody made it hard for him to focus on the music.

In the previous few matches, many bands had already exhausted their few original songs, showing signs of insufficient reserves.

What song would Asperatus sing next?

Suddenly encountering his father’s suicide, would Thanapon even have the mood to rehearse?

It would be a shame if this incident affected the competition, after all, this program was a good platform for new bands, and with the current momentum of Asperatus, they could have gone further…

Watching the sky outside gradually change from dark to a faint gray, the surrounding streetlights went out, and the sky became bright. Sailub stood up from his seat and began to pace slowly in the room.

It was dawn.

Should he go to the Atsadang Bar to check on Thanapon?

But with Thanapon’s habit of bearing everything on his own, perhaps he didn’t want an outsider interfering in his family affairs.

Human interactions require a sense of propriety, being overly intrusive can appear abrupt.

Sailub has always valued this sense of propriety.

He asked himself, if he were the one suddenly facing a tragedy right now, he wouldn’t want someone with whom he only had a thin connection to attempt to get involved in his life.

Even showing concern would seem unnecessary and annoying.

Sailub continued to pace for a while, gently shaking his head, dispelling the thought.

Throughout the morning, he stayed in front of the computer with extremely low work efficiency.

A demo played repeatedly in his ears, and his fingers hovered over the keyboard, attempting to provide feedback on the arrangement, but not a single word could be typed—those melodies simply wouldn’t enter his mind.

This absent-minded state persisted until two-thirty in the afternoon, and he decided it was time to check on Thanapon.

Not looking at least once made him feel uneasy. Moreover, the guitar, which was important to Thanapon, had to be returned to him as soon as possible.