Woot. I don't own anything. I know, the characters, well, don't really stay in character. But oh well! And yes. The "songs" i used here I made.
Nobu walks out of the studio with a sense of relief (and maybe a little sadness). Black Stones didn't really take his leaving the band very well. He vividly recalls the look of disbelief and anger on the faces of Shin and Yasu.. it wasn't a pretty sight.
He buys a 6-pack of beer in one of the many stores he passes, adjusting the guitar on his back as he walks. He was tired of the mainstream life of punk and rock. To be frank, he hated it. It was loud, blaring and he couldn't understand it sometimes. This was weird since he used to love punk, Sex Pistols, when he was younger.
Music, he thought, sounds and feels different when you're the one making it.
He walks home feeling like a new person, as weird as that sounds. He slowly walks home to his apartment, to gather his thoughts.
Next Morning: He wakes up, barely remembering what happened last night. He checks his phone and wonders why neither Shin nor Yasu left him a message, way out of the ordinary.
Because you quit the band, idiot. You basically threw away everything. For a career you're not sure of yourself!
He quit the band. He quit because he wanted to be a mellow musician. Mellow with melancholy. He hopes he did the right thing. He gets up and grabs a pen and paper and starts writing.
The autumn leaves are all i see
I wonder why you aren't here with me
No. He crosses that out. That sounded bad. He couldn't imagine singing that. How do song writers do it?? He almost yells out loud. He tries again.
As hope flickers in my heart
I know it'll never be
We're meant to be apart
That's how it's made to be
No. He crosses that as well. Sounds like he's going kill himself. He wants melancholy, but not suicidal. Frustrated, he throws the paper, cleans himself up and goes outside to find a job.