The Second Hand of Time

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN LAELIA SAW ME SING A LOVE SONG (SERIOUSLY)

Today, after we finished class, I headed to the clubroom, since I haven't entered even once. I headed to the room Janus told me to go.

"Okay, second floor of the east building, room 6." I whispered to myself as I walked.

I was carrying the katana on my back (just in case), and my bag full of snacks.

One of the reasons I joined the club is to do my job as a protector to Janus. I signed up to somehow get in touch with him since we're not that close (yet). If he's interested, I could teach him how to use a sword.

Well, yeah I admit part of the reasons why I joined is to learn how to sing like a professional singer (don't tell my roommates) and improve my skills.

The sun was already setting when I arrived at the area.

The door said: Rhythmic Harmony Club Room. Below that said: Open the door slowly.

I opened the door carefully and peeked inside.

I instantly felt happy. Musical instruments lined up at the racks orderly, and a double-bass drum set was located at the corner side of the room.

I entered the room and closed it slowly.

The room is deserted except for me.

I quickly grabbed an acoustic guitar and started playing. I played a few chords and began singing.

Watching the sun go down, I stare up at the skies,

I think about the times that I have left behind.

I feel the guilt of turning back away,

Always wishing that I should have made you stay

I know I can't come back to all those times,

All those times I have left behind.

I still hear those words you have said to me

That time when we were sitting under the shade of a tree.

Now I want you back, though I know I can't.

Because I know your love is already so long gone.

I am still hoping you remember me,

All the good times we had, when you're still with me.

I know that our time already reached its end.

Still, I wish you remember me—as a friend.

After playing those lines, my face felt hot. I know I'm the last person to sing love songs, and I know I'm terrible at singing. Yet, I sang. Now I feel ridiculous.

I placed down the guitar back on its original place. Then suddenly, I felt that something—no, someone is watching me.

I admit I panicked. What if the person video-taped me and send it to the internet? Ugh. Goodbye future me. I'll hang myself.

Joke. If he/she did, I'll kill him/her first.

Anyway, to mask my embarrassment, I rose up from the seat and kicked the air, and jumped up and down, imitating a head banging person in a heavy-metal concert. It made me feel better after a while.

I quickly ran to the door and opened it to see the person who has seen me sing a love song.

It was Laelia Merovech, with a look of awkwardness shown on her face.