@velvetineblue | continuation from here
“Like deep in the subconscious of my mind, those memories are still there, right?” he remarks while resting his weight on the palm of his hands, sitting in the middle of the empty venue’s cold, concrete floor. “You’re right. Now I can’t distinguish if it’s that feeling of deja vu or if it’s the music–sounds that make me remember an event from way back when.” Sounds have that effect, but the feeling of deja vu isn’t one to dismiss. The brush of his shoulder against another’s, the sound vibration shaking the room, even the smell of people crammed inside the small venue–heat and sweat–was enough to bring back a memory from his younger days.
He picks up his can. There’s nothing like lukewarm, tasteless beer, but something so banal doesn’t bring forth any other memory. Maybe his can is full at the moment, waiting to overflow once more forgotten memories are triggered.
“For you, does performing also have a way of bringing wanted and unwanted memories to the forefront of your mind? Seems like a rollercoaster of emotions or just pure adrenaline when you’re on stage.” Haru is genuinely curious. That, and he doesn’t want to go home.
