"Okay," Hiro sighed. "We've got 5 songs. Let's see how you do with the vocals." Yuki grinned and caught the microphone that Hiro threw to him. Hiro bent over to strap on his guitar. When he looked up he gasped. "Eiri-san, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Yuki had taken off both his black jacket and his black t-shirt and was now knotting his shirt into a headband which he pulled over his head.
"The MOOD, Hiro," Yuki smirked as he began waving the microphone around his head. "You of all people should know that."
Hiro turned to face the wall and said with his back to Yuki. "Very, very wrong. Now, 1…2…3!"
Hiro began strumming some complicated chords and Suguru chimed in with the keyboard. When Hiro nodded (to the wall), Yuki began to wail. "YOU WON'T HEAR CRITICISM OF THIS SONG…"
The sound was similar to that of a dying animal…
No…Hiro thought. It was more like the sound of the squealing brakes of his 1972 Toyota.
"STOP!" Suguru cried. The keyboard was abandoned while Suguru clutched his ears in pain.
Yuki reached toward the inside of his jacked pocket and Hiro quickly stated, "Eiri-san, keep singing. We just aren't used to talent as natural and remarkable as yours."
Yuki smiled in satisfaction and began his shrieking again.
"NEEEEOHHHNEEEOHHHH!"