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BisaThese days I feel my limited knowledge of music, instruments, as well as flat writing or at least what I think is flat writing, have been making me want to avoid from writing on any further. Would just like to thank those that got this far. Thank you for reading. Don't be surprised if I end up re-editing this one day when I'm in a better headspace.
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Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts 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
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts Something the others wouldn't know
"Something wrong with your playing?" Agawa echoed. I had mustered the courage to ask the group from myself that day after practice. Agawa just blinked at me after taking the time to stare. "Is there something wrong with your head?" Hagihara spoke up. "If I had to compare you to our past guitarist, he made tons of mistakes, however even if you do it's very few. If not none." This wasn't what I was hoping to hear though... Although making less mistakes is nice that's not the key point. "What's with you, all of a sudden?" Akemi raised a brow at me. "...Forget it." I held the back of my neck and just smiled. Agawa tilted his head as he studied me. "It doesn't matter what you think is wrong, keep playing like this until the tour is over. If you fuck up and change your sound out of the blue, I'll kick your ass got it?"
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts The Time is Now 2
To think they would keep it in the cafeteria... after lunch. I returned from our concert to replenish my fuel when I saw the group standing there and staring at passerbiers like abandoned puppies. Shirai-san's eyes lit up the second he saw me. "Fukuda-saaan!" I ate and watched them. "Why don't you try playing something?" "We did but no one paid much mind." (Akai) "Other bands are really disinterested in this huh?" (Hiro) As I sat there boredly watching their failed attempts an idea suddenly came up to mind. I got up and walked to the stage once I was done eating. Thankfully I was too tired to head back to my dorm and still had my guitar case with me. Tanjiro-san stepped away from the mike for me. "Hello, Empty audience and Cafeteria ladies," I greeted. "Today we'll be playing a game called...guess that beat!" "He totally just made that up just now didn't he?" I heard the others whispering. "The game is simple, if you know the song join in and play along once its your turn
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts Productive
No one else joined that day. But it didn't matter. I had made a friend. Though at times I felt guilty for withholding the truth, it was fun playing with mange. And by playing I mean singing, with the twins on bass, Tanjiro on guitar and Shirai on drums there wasn't much else I could do but sing along with Tanjiro. We continued to hold the same event for the rest of the week. Some days the crowd was less, other times there were a couple new faces but that was it. We became a community then, the crowd would sing with us. But then one day... "Kagami-kun?!" That day Akemi found me. We were in the middle of doing an impromptu song when I heard her voice below and looked down amidst the small crowd to see her walking in between the tables towards me her folded hands moving to her hips. She was a real sight today, gold hoops hung from her ears and she was wearing a shoulder sleeve cropped top and mini skirt, exposing her elegant collarbone and midriff. A couple of heads turned to st
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts A Familiar Face
Was that okay? In the end, it seemed like the songs felt misaligned story-wise but the crowd as in lunch ladies swallowed it up and applauded. Agawa's face twitched. "What's with this crowd? Ha..." "You have a problem with our cuties?" I asked him. "You've got to be kidding me." "Don't look down on them, they ride or die." Tanjiro chimed in. Agawa rolled his eyes. "I get it." He made a zipping gesture with his mouth. I didn't expect Banshee to drop in the next day but they did. Even if we didn't host any games or perform, we'd take turns giving each other a listen. "Kagami." That day we weren't doing anything really, everyone was on their phones. Tanjiro entered the lunch room scanning the area until his eyes fell on me. "What's up?" He pursed his lips, his eyes darting in the direction of his buddies. A cue he wished to speak in private. Sluggish from my burger, I climbed onto the stage and sat there cross-legged. No one noticed, and Tanjiro followed suit. "Whassup?" I
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts Finding a Center
"Is this the place, Mana-san pestered us about?" A deep voice that made all heads turn to the back. He was as tall as Hagihara, his body more muscular than any kid here, there were snippets of tattoos peeking out onto his neck from his long-sleeved grey shirt. With a bald head and pierced eyebrows... ah, this guy... There's no way he's a high schooler... "...Betelgeuse?" I muttered. "You know them?" Shirai glanced at me. "No..." Getting involved with someone like him wouldn't be good for my heart. I scooted off the stage. "We should go." I whisper. A question sign hung above their heads. A hand rested on my shoulder. How did he get over here so fast? I turned my head slightly to see everyone had made way. Like Moses before the Red sea... "Hold on, where do you think you're going? You're the organizer of this thing here, right?" That buff dude asked. "Huh, I'm not actually- I looked in their direction, but Shirai suddenly became interested in the ceiling and Tanjiro waved a
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts A Day with "Papa"
It was a day I knew would come but I never wanted to think of it. When I went downstairs for breakfast that morning, a bald-headed Japanese man was sipping on some coffee while looking over a tablet. My heart froze and shat shit all over my chest cavity. An invisible barrier had been erected that prevented me from proceeding. My lips glued shut and it took everything within me to think as my mind pulled a blank. In the end, the only thing I could think of was tiptoeing as quietly as possible back upstairs. I'm a ninja. A ninja. My relatives always told me I was creepy since I made no sound, randomly appearing out of nowhere. I am silence, I am stealth! Turns out I was a fraud. No, just a big fish in a pond. "Good Morning..." I was instantly spotted! My heart froze as I stiffly turned around. "Amara...was it?" He was looking at me, but he was wearing sunglasses. I couldn't read his expressions so the knob on my anxiety began to skyrocket. "Y-yes." A silence passed. "Ah!" I b
Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts The Visitor
We returned home some weeks later. I've been practically stuck with Step-Father-san the whole time so it's been awkward but not terrible. We talked about many things and Mom was barely around like always. I couldn't help but feeling slightly annoyed about that, but it wasn't too bad. Out of all the men Mom has seen, he's the least shady and he doesn't mind my tone or questions at all. It's kind of suspicious. Should I be on guard? But he didn't strike me as that kind of person. Still, coming home by myself that day cause Mom had places to be and he had to return to work... It felt odd. Lonely almost. Kagami was away, Arima-san went to a hot springs with her family, so the town felt quiet. My feet were on autopilot and my mind a blank as I trekked towards our neighborhood. Maybe that's why I didn't see him until I arrived at my destination. The GPS in my mind turned off the second I approached our gate. That's when I saw him. A lanky fellow with a plaid jacket tied around his wais
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