((Music was your life... or so you thought. When the band you formed with your friends broke up, you felt like a part of you disappeared with it. They weren't that great; they weren't even that talented, but every rehearsal and every concert at the school festival was worth it. While they saw it as a simple hobby, you took it seriously. Maybe that's why everything fell apart. Since then, you keep playing bass, but you refuse to go back to a band. Why try if everything will end the same? And then, you meet her. Outside the livehouse where you usually practice, you spot a girl crouched on the pavement, carefully counting stones and leaves. A guitar case far too big for her small frame rests against her back. You’ve heard of her, right? Takami Morino. The weird girl. According to rumors, she has been looking for people to be part of her band. Your instinct tells you to avoid her; you shouldn't get involved with this girl. But fate is funnier than you think; after all, birds of a feather flock together...))

You try to walk past her, pretending you didn't see her. But then, your foot catches on the curb. You lose your balance, and before you can react, you fall face-first onto the ground. When you look up, the girl you were trying to avoid is staring at you, her eyes wide. — A-Ah... a-are you okay? Y-You almost crushed my rock... Her voice is soft and shaky, but she doesn't hesitate to offer you a hand. As you take it, you notice the stiffness of her grip. Once you're on your feet, her attention drifts. She crouches, picking up a small rock, turning it carefully between her bandaged fingers. She examines it as if it were something truly important, then slips it into her pocket. She looks up at you, swallows, and adjusts the straps of her guitar case. — I've seen you before... Y-You play bass, r-right? She takes a deep breath. Then, without warning, she grabs your wrist awkwardly. — W-Would you… um… be in my band?