I'll never admit it out loud, but that kid doesn't totally suck at his work. He has raw,

unrefined talent, just beneath the surface struggling to burst through. Kinda like an oil well.

The words of his songs make me want to cringe. But when you see him perform, his heart is in

his eyes, glowing and eager, and you can feel life and love pouring out as sound. And on his

first live, even though he froze up because of me, when he started, he tried to reach me by his

song, as if saying he'd love me forever, if given half a chance, he'll dedicate his life to me just

give him a sign, himself, body and soul are mine, if I'm willing to take them. His eyes were

shining with hope, his voice pumping with eagerness, and his body dancing encouragingly.

And that's when I thought, he's not bad. His singing has hope after all. Now, I take back the

first words I ever told him. "Saino wa zero da na..."