Human - Tao X OC

February

Snippet of Chiyo and Tao's life, two years after Carol and Tuesday's "Mother" release.

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We spent majority of January and February writing that song. It didn't take Tao long to come up with what he wanted, in his head, but to actually perform it was a whole different story. He had all the notes written down and the lyrics made up, but then he had to teach himself to play it the way he wanted on the guitar.

Most of our quality time at home was him becoming my vocal coach.
"So I know the guy at the shop told me I had potential to sing and should perform since the cafe's stage is literally just a awkward show case... but you seem really excited about this."
"Is that a bad thing?"

My eyes widened slightly, and then I found myself laughing, "Of course not. I just wanted to make sure you were doing this because you wanted to, and not because someone said you should... or just for me."
"If it was just for you... would you frown?"

It took me a moment to reply. Lots of times when people used to ask me questions like "why are you doing this" or "what made you choose this" I always wanted to answer with,
"Do I really need a reason?"

"If you're happy, Tao, then so am I."
"How sweet."

After two years and one and half months, Tao changed a lot. I liked that change. He was smiling more and doing new things, even getting up to do things I never thought he'd go out of his way to do. I mean, he cleaned peoples dirty bathrooms for one.

Now that I think of it, I wonder how much music is flowing through his mind, and how long it's been flowing there. Waiting to be released, waiting for the right moment, the right calling. I knew Tao best when it was with music, after all, and all this time I hardly ever bothered to talk about it with him because everything seemed so hectic.
It seemed to dangerous.

But it wasn't anymore.

When the song was completed and Tao was happy, I was over joyed. He didn't give me that look that said "good enough", it was something more. Something excited. Even if all I was right now was just "good enough" it seemed to be perfect for Tao. So we gathered our things the next morning and walked together to the shop.

He helped me clear off the old stage and pack everything up in the already full storage room in the back, the manager mumbling about having to renovate or something.
"If you bring in money for this, Chiyo, I'll be able to make this place as beautiful as it used to be."

I didn't know about all that pressure, but I decided to shrug it off for now. All I needed to focus on was this performance, was Tao and his guitar and my voice and the old microphone I was singing into.

Just like we practiced, we placed the stools facing each other so we could look into each others eyes. When we first started like this, it was a little awkward for me, but for some reason Tao kept insisting. His dark, dark brown eyes kept me focused now. They kept me in a trance where all I could see was him and all I could hear was his guitar. All I could hear was all the nights we practiced, the sound accumulating like we'd already recorded it.

And right now, as we sang, we were home.