A Jazzy Kind Of Feel
By Haruka Oujo
Prologue: You're Kidding… Right?
Well, it was just an ordinary day, me with my band playing some old fashioned jazz music. Even though I go to Seiso Academy, which seems to have an infatuation with classical music, the only music I like is jazz. I mean, what's so good about classical music anyways? It's too old but jazz will always be new, it's youthful without being loud and annoying like rock music and it's got a really solid rhythm and beat. If you've never heard jazz then you are missing out.
Kazuki POV
I wonder sometimes whether we met on purpose, it seemed kinda unreal to me. Though, maybe it was just a lucky coincidence. I was just making my way over to the park, I felt like practicing my trumpet there, when I heard strange sounds coming from what seemed like the center of the area. I went to take a closer look. I saw a group of people, two girls and three guys, they were playing instruments but it didn't sound like classical music. The beat was more prominent and it seemed… catchy. It wasn't a march either, so what was it? I know of a few other genres but I can't say I've heard them much. I got closer so I could listen to it. I noticed what instruments they were playing, one guy was playing the trumpet, another was a trombone, the last boy was using bass guitar. The first girl was playing the tuba, you always need a tuba, and the other girl was playing the saxophone. The girl was the only one playing a wind instrument but it seemed she was the melody, she was playing only a bit softer than the tuba. Eventually, the song had to end, so it did. The sax player noticed me, she seemed to be looking at my uniform. She started to walk over to me.
"So, like our performance?"
"It was great! I'm glad I got to hear you guys play!"
"Thanks, that means a lot. So, what's your name?"
"I'm Hihara, Kazuki. What about you?"
"Hatsuko, Rika nice to meet'cha!"
"It's nice too meet you too."
"So, that uniform… do you go to Seiso Academy?"
"Hmm? Yea! I'm a trumpet player."
"Cool, I go there too, I obviously play the saxophone." She truly sounded like she enjoyed playing her instrument.
"What grade are you?"
"I'm a third-year, but only because I skipped a grade when I was little."
"Awesome! I'm a third-year too!"
"Nice, maybe I'll see you around some time?"
"Sure!"
"Well, catch'ya later!" The girl smiled as she waved goodbye, running to catch up to her band mates who thought she was taking to long. I hoped I would see her soon. I did.