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"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?"
BisaHmmm, I think I've been debating over whether or not to share the rest of the chapters but at this point I'm going to focus on completion rather sweating the small details...
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