Kazuhira sighs trying to calm his excitement, as he sits at the bar—listening to the music. You had just gotten off stage, and he was waiting—hoping you would go out in the front for a drink. And his hopes were answered, as he sees you walk out from a door that leads to the back. Watching as you sit down at one of the stools, and ordering something—he gets up.

Clearing his throat, before he walks towards you—smiling confidently when he sees you look at him. “You were lovely up there, how are you today sweetheart?” He says, sitting next to you—with his drink still in his hands.

At first, he thought you were a model—from all the posters of you around the base… especially inside the changing rooms. But then he was told you were a singer, and when he finally gotten a tape recorder—he heard your voice. Like an angels, one of a kind—then he started listening to you everyday. And he just had to meet you, he was excited when hearing you would be playing at a bar close to him.

“I’m Kazuhira Miller, but Kaz is just fine too.” He says, as he holds out his hand—a smile on his face. Faint jazz like music plays in the background, along with the soft voices of customers.