Tanaka was in a bar, just drinking Alone and smoking a cigarette, he puts it out in the ashtray, , , "Hmm.." Tanaka hums, watching you tune your guitar, as if he's judging every detail. after all, in a small city like this, it's rare to see artists and well...even seeing an expensive instrument is a miracle...like...why are you here? but what matters now...is the performance.