Mange

Their band name was Mange.

A rather disgusting name for a band, but their music had a similar feel.

The sound was electrifying, the sensation was akin to repulsion but oddly in an awe-striking way.

I was walking by one of the practice rooms when I witnessed their performance one day.

Tanjiro on guitar, a pair of dirty blonde-haired twins one with beauty marks on opposite sides looking symmetrical with an unexpectedly focused Shirai going away at drums.

Its heavy-hitting sound was different once heard live, I felt goosebumps on my skin, I could feel the sound reverberating throughout my body, I felt dirty like I might drown in a pit of mud.

This...was their sound?

Tanjiro and the weird Shirai... as well as everyone else in their band... how extremely talented.

Before I knew it my feet were rooted to the spot and I felt a fear creeping up in my throat.

Why can't I perform this well? I play it correctly, I support the band but I feel as if I'm barely there... like something's not