| [About the post-Valentine's Day concert:] |
[Feb. 27th, 2006|08:01 pm] |
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I'm sure everyone has heard about the concert. And about what Nakano-san did. To Shindou-san. On the stage. In front of all of our / their screaming fans. During my piano solo. While Eiri-san was right there, in the front row, fuming silently.. I think my eyes bled.
My reaction to Nakano-san's display was more of terror than disbelief. I know -- they had told us about a poll. As relieved as I am that I was not the one Nakano-san pulled down there, it really made me feel bewildered. Confused. Horrified. But I couldn't just yell in front of everyone; instead, I kept my composure and played with my eyes and hands on the keyboard. I'm glad that I did.
It was more of a "silent scream" kind of thing. There were hundreds of eyes on them; they weren't listening to me anymore, except for a few girls in the front who obviously seemed to be pianists themselves. (I noticed one of them wore Chinese buns. Kind of.. young.) I think they were kids.
Anyway, back to the concert. Soon, it was all over: we retreated backstage amid cheers from the audience. I found myself wondering whether or not there were any grandparents or adults around (..conservative adults, at least), but I relaxed in the end. I started telling Nakano-san off for making such a display, but I stopped when I saw the oddly satisfied look on his face. I wonder.
We were all changing into fresh clothes when someone entered the room. There had been a bit of commotion outside, from what I could hear, and so when someone flung the dressing room door open, I was not surprised.
I was surprised, however, when I noticed that the person in the doorway was Eiri-san. Yes, the novelist, the one girls chase day and night because of his spectacular novels. And in one of his pale hands was a weapon: Mr K's gun. I dropped my shirt on the floor and stared at him in shock. Shindou-san was the most freaked out; Nakano-san had a look that somewhat said "I knew this was coming".
I shall leave the rest to your imagination. I'm going to bed. And I am looking forward to having nightmares tonight. It is kind of inevitable, after all, after what happened.. I don't think I'm going to have a good night's sleep for some time. |
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