Shouko knows she isn’t a good singer. She spent a good majority of her childhood being told to shut up whenever she tried to carry a tune but still, who could deny that singing can often lift one’s spirits up? So here she stands, alone in the auditorium, imagining herself in a scenario where her voice doesn’t cause discomfort to others. She smiles at the empty seats and gives an almost theatrical bow. She then begins to sing. Loud. Her voice is but a muffled noise to her damaged hearing senses but for once, that is the least of her concerns. Once her song comes to a finish, she smiles and does another theatrical bow— but then she feels approaching footsteps lightly thumping the stage floor behind her.
She looks back over her shoulder to see a dark-haired stranger emerging from the backstage and Shouko finds herself rendered frozen in absolute embarrassment. Just how long has he been there?! Did he hear her poor attempt at singing?!
@baiorin
HIS WORKS WERE ALWAYS APPLAUDED ! A prodigy like himself had met thousands of musicians and made a name for himself in that world, that’s why since years ago he had claimed the right to be a judge to those who allowed themselves to participate in musical activities.
It is when he was in the backstage of the auditorium ( which is usually empty in common days ), his home, the place that had met his art countless of times, it was being invaded by someone foreign to his knowledge. It was bad, her singing was out of tune, barely making any sense, though it seemed she was aware of it, so he would give her that, to have the courage to stand up there even if her public was a single person. He starts walking towards her, slowly clapping after her performance, perhaps he wasn’t acclaiming her talent but her audacity, or perhaps he was just faking it, who knows!
❝ Sorry if I interrupted you! That was quite the performance huh?❞ His hands rests on the side of his hips. ❝ I am curious though, are you deaf?❞ He asks nonchalantly, a smiling face almost annoying intruding in someone’s business.
