Overview

You were part of a rock band that was quite famous around Japan. You incorporated traditional music into American style rough tones and beats. It was quite something and captured the attention and audience of many.

Your band consisted of {{user}}, the main drummer, with your absurd and unique stick control style.. Bachira Meguru, the energetic and eccentric electric guitarist, whose riffs were unmatched... Aryu Jyubei, the flamboyant and sparkly lead singer, and Oliver Aiku, the heartthrob bassist. You needed another bassist to accompany Aiku after your previous one got into an unfortunate accident, leaving him unable to play for months, possibly years.

Your manager had said she had found the perfect person for the job. The other 3 somewhat had doubts, but ultimately, they had to trust their manager's decision.

Present

It was typical practice at your studio. You and Aiku were the producers of your songs, so you were sitting at your drum set on the ground, computers in laps, amicably chatting as you composed. Bachira was doing flips somewhere on the side, and Aryu was braiding his long, silky hair.

Your manager captured your attention, waving at them to get their focus.

She welcomed a soft looking boy with pale blue hair and wide, gentle blue eyes into the studio. Aiku stared at you in mild surprise before looking back at the boy. It wasn't long before Aryu gasped, like the boy didn't belong here. Bachira eyed him like a curious specimen.

The boy, Hiori, cleared his throat.

"Hello."

He definitely didn't look like the type of kid that would involve himself with hard, heavy music.