Amara's Diary: When Nothing Free Ever Lasts のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The end result was that Banshee's official debut was pushed back. Within that time I'd be composing songs for a group that had already debuted. Hysterical Kitten's Entertainment 1st group and only all-girl band, Helens. I listened to their music but there wasn't anything particularly wowing about it. I heard before that the girls don't write their own songs or lyrics, it's normal for most bands to at least do one or the other or both. Once again, I couldn't help but feel as if a bomb had been dumped on me. I think the higher-ups have really overestimated my abilities. But then again, a composer/songwriter was a composer/ songwriter, maybe I was being tested? I didn't walk with Amara due to a difference in our schedules so my walk to the studio the following afternoon felt completely surreal until I got hit in the face by the main entrance door. "Ah!" I stumbled back holding my forehead. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!" A brunette with a side ponytail quickly bowed. She was like a

Needless to say the past week I've been feeling drained and unmotivated. The Banshees have been practicing these past days on the revised song while I work with the Helens for their album.   I thought it was just one song and the other composers would swoop in but Hanabusa-san said Kanna-san pestered the higher-ups for me to compose songs for the whole album.   Why?! My mood became foul as I stood there waiting for the cross-walk sign to change. I'm new to this, I would have liked to work with pros, to learn something you know? I was looking forward to that...   Such a dispassionate group, they were draining to work with. The days I would work with Phoenix, the guys would listen to the song and our lead singer would come up with words on the spot. That chemistry, that beautiful connection... It can't just be that we were the only band like that... right?   "Hmmm, hmmmm hmm..." That day Amara was humm

I was waiting her to get off me, but she lied there like a sack of rice. Her honey brown eyes gazed deeply into my own and her glossed pink lips that smelled sweetly of strawberries hovered centimeters from my lips. I turned my face away. "Get off already!" "..." Without a word, she slowly stood. I sat up. I was surprised Agawa and Hagihara didn't come back to check on us but I was thankful. She was very quiet, I had half expected her to blame me but she just headed for the door to put on her boots, I followed to lock the door after her once she left. She placed a hand on the door only to suddenly turn around and seize my face. My mind went blank from the soft and tender sensation pressing against my lips. When she parted my mouth with hers and snuck in her tongue, I leaned backwards nearly folding back my own spine. "!" "Um, look here, I barely know you!" I couldn't help yelling and seeing her calm state, only felt agitated, I tried to calm down. That felt soft and also goo

In my mind, I swore. ((This damn plush boy- )) It was as if I walked around a corner and got blindsided with a brick. As I stared back at that damnable smile staring back at me so innocently with expectance, I had half the mind to cover those eyes that quelled my anger and half the mind to pinch his cheeks until he begged for mercy. Either one would make me feel terrible. Was he being like this because he was conscious of the fact that I tolerated him? How could I get angry or even feel anxious when you look at me so hopefully like that? I felt as if I was being forced to put a lid on my anxiety, which only made me frustrated even further. If I did bad I didn't just embarrass myself but him as well! How dare you put me on the spot! You damn plushie! ----- She seemed to be cursing me with her eyes, I patted the song sheet. After glaring at me for a bit longer in silence she finally sighed and closed her eyes. "Amar- She pinched my lips shut. That negative black void I had a

Amara wasn't kidding when she said Claire might burn down the house. Her carefree way of cooking left me flustered as she nearly put dishwashing liquid into the bowl, and put the bowl of batter into the oven. I assumed she couldn't read Japanese despite being able to speak it....as for the bowl...Let's give her the benefit of the doubt. As I followed the instructions I found on the internet, I found making the macadamia cookies surprisingly easy. Claire chewed on the nuts, while she watched me after I had exiled her there to the bar stool counter. "Do you bake a lot?" "No... actually, this is my first time." "Forreal? I thought you might know how to make chocolate for like Valentine's day or something." "... That's a girl thing." I didn't quite know what she was talking about but I took a guess. "Then you've never celebrated white day?" "I mean... I usually just bought something for my Mom." Her eyes curved at me. "Don't tell me, your Mom is the only one who gives you choc