Better Times || A Splatoon Story

Day IX Hour 23

I took a deep breath after I sang the very last note of the song. Yoko does her extended ending from mine and finished with a soft dynamic. We stopped, everyone cheered and clapped with roars and screams. "Welp, enjoy tonight! Requests are open!" I said out of breath, a little sprinkle of sweats arises on my face. I wipe my sweat away fast, sitting on the edge of the stage. I couldn't touch the ground, I let my feet sway. Mr. Kita grinned as he walked to me. "So we meet again?" Mr. Kita speaks firmly. "Appears so, how are you?" I side smirked. "Good thanks for asking, have you decided yet?" Mr. Kita asks blandly. "Not yet, I was wondering if I can bring my cousin with me? She's like my other half," I explain to him, he nods his head listening to me. "Well, you say you sing with her? Correct? Let me listen to her voice," Kita folded his arms. "Okay, I have one of her songs on my phone," I whip my phone out, putting earbuds in so he can listen in a bit of privacy. I had him listen to her hit single Bomb Rush Blush. He sat there listening, his foot was somewhat tapping. I really hope he lets take Callie, I couldn't leave her behind me. He rips out the earbuds and gave back my phone to me. "Hmm, her voice is too pop-y to me, I like more broad classical vocals, like yours," he opinionated. "But... I can't leave her," I sigh, looking down at my knees. "If you do come with me, I can see if there is enough room for that, cousin of yours in our own private airplane. But I only made room for you and that accompaniment that plays with you, Chiyoko is the name?" He exclaims. "But you really don't need to make room, isn't just me and Yoko on the plane besides you?" I ask confused. "Well you two, and much of my- oh I mean security guards on the plane," he shrugs. "Wait wait, security guards?" I raise my right eyebrow, arching it just a little. "Yeah, seems odd but you know," Kita presses his lips together a bit sourly.

"I'll go, if you actually make the time to make room for Callie," I gave Kita a small glare at him. "Yeah yeah, I'll still make room," he flicks his wrist up and down. And just like that, the mysterious Mr. Kita vanishes into the crowd like he was a ghost. A group of inklings and a few octolings came up to me. "Requests are still open right?" A cyan inkling asks politely. "They sure are, what songs do you want me to sing?" I smile, it made a few octolings blush. "Sad song," a purple octoling spats. "Alright sure," I got up, turning to Yoko. "Do you know how to play Sad song?" I ask quickly. Yoko nods. She reposition herself on the piano bench. "Alright, here's a request for me to sing Sad Song."

Today I'm gonna write a Sad song
Gonna make it very long
So everyone can see
That I'm very unhappy

I wish I wasn't always wrong
I wish it wasn't always my fault
The finger you're pointing
Has knocked me on my knees
And all you need to know is...

I'm so sorry
It's not like me
It's maturity that I'm lacking
So don't, don't let me go
Just to let me know
That growing up goes slow

I wonder what my mom and dad would say
If I told them I cry each day
It's so hard enough to live so far away

I wish I wasn't always cold
I wish I wasn't always alone
When the party is over how will I get home?
And all you need to know is...

I'm so sorry
It's not like me
It's maturity that I'm lacking
So don't, don't let me go
Just to let me know
That growing up goes slow

If all the rules are meant to bend
And you swore you were my friend
Now I have to start all over again

'Cause no one's going to take your place
And I'm scared I'll never save
All the pieces of love we made

And I'm so sorry
It's not like me
It's maturity that I'm lacking
So don't, don't let me go
Just let me know that I can slip and fall

And you won't let me go
Just to let me know
That growing up goes slow

And I'm so sorry
It's not like me
It's maturity that I'm lacking
So don't, don't let me go
Just to let me know
That growing up goes slow.

That group requested like there was no tomorrow. They requested another song from Les Miserables, a few from Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, even a few from yesterday. So much that, I lost my voice.

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I'm sorry that this is shorter than usual... I kinda have writer's block (the worst thing ever) so I might now update as much... but I hope you like the chapter.