I was gonna add more on this, but I kept it short, to set me up for the next chapters. It will be short chapters from here on out, as I'm concentrating more on "Shibuya Poetry." But I'm going to keep updating this again, right down the line.
Enjoy!
**************************
The Platform Surfers
Chapter 3:
Finding Rhythm
**********************************
"…and this one of my favorite rooms right here, beside my bedroom, of course."
"Your…garage, Mami-rin?" Ran was scratching her head, but immediately her eyes widened at the cars that were present. So polished as shiny. She felt as if she wanted to drive a car, but she still didn't pass her test yet, nor did she care about driving anyway. "What about it, besides the cars?"
"This." Mami pointed to a large drum set in the far right side, a few meters from the cars. "It was bought to me by my uncle Hideo, who happens to be a friend of a man by the name of Bob Bogle, at least that's what I know his name was…" Her voice trailed off, her eyes turning a bit blank.
"Drum set, huh? Can you like, show how you play it?" Miyu was watching very intently.
"Sure," she said, walking over and sitting down. "I don't play this often, as it upsets the neighbors across the street, as well, as, well, my…you know…" She points to two people doing a task outside.
"Parents?" everyone else said in unison.
"They don't approve of the drum set, but I can play it well. Watch."
Starting with a simple beat, Mami did a little surf beat, then to rock, then to ska, then to jazz, back to rock, then to a cadence, then to jamming like crazy. All genres, all in 10 minutes. When she finished with a loud cymbal clash…SNAP!
"Oh, shimatta, one of my sticks broke," she said. "That's the 17th time that's happened, and it's always the right stick."
"Your right drumstick…17 times…?" Ran had a confused look on her face. Aya chuckled in embarrassment. Rei and Yuuya were drooling out of semi-consciousness.
"Yep. Jealous?"
"SHUT UP MAMIRIN! I BET YOU HAVE TO BEGGING FROM YOUR PARENTS TO GET YOU THAT MUCH STICKS!" Ran was hyperventilating from yelling.
"For your information, Ran, I have a cache-full of…" She opened a brown case, which had…"NOTHING!? OH SHIT NO! I don't believe it. Ran is right for once. Damn her!" She turned hr back to let oout some tears of disgust. Ran shook her head and laughed.
"Oh Mamirin, won't you even learn that the Queen of the GALS knows all the tricks you pull up your sleeve?"
"Okay, Ran-chan, calm down," said Miyu.
"It looks like your allowance is going to be reduced," said Rei, letting out a chuckle.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YUUYA!" Mami lashed out a few sucker-punches at her boyfriend.
"Hey, hey, what the hell did I do!?" was the wimpy response. "I had nothing to do with this…itai! That hurts! Stop! STOP!!!"
****************************
"Ribon…magazine. Ewww…too many girls, and they look tacky," read little brother at the newsstands. Shingo, even though he was 18, still had an unflinching fit of virginity. His friends from Juuban Koukou sometimes teased him for his brattishness. It was weird. His older sister wasn't like that at all (well, 97.3% percent of the time), and he was still acting like a little brother screaming for attention. Of course he was. But he couldn't help it.
"You know, Dad," said Usagi, "Tomorrow I have work at my place. This band named Indovoice wants to sign with my company. Can I drive on the way home, please?"
"Sure, Usagi," Kenji replied with beaming enthusiasm. "It's only because your mom wants to but Versace here, and some HM."
"And you can count on me and Mamo-chan to help you and Mom, ne?"
"Um, I can manage myself…" Kenji was feeling a bit awkward, but maintained him composure as they continued walking through the 109 store.
(author: Whoa! Since when did Chiba Mamoru actually have a taste for music? Lucky…)
"You know what, everyone," said Ikuko, "Let's just head to Ikebukoro, they have good stuff, but at a much lower price. And let's drive around, too, ne?"
"Sure," was the response.
"Usagi, here are the keys. You drive," she said to her daughter, who ditched the buns and ponytails for a more disciplined hairdo, but with the heart sticking out from her hair.
"Thanks Mom! Let's go!" a happy Usagi said.
**********************
"Um, Ran, why did you bring that stupid pink case," questioned Mami.
"Because, I can play this," came the response of confidence.
"There's nothing that Ran can't do," came the bored response in unison, save Mami, who only raised her eyebrows.
"Oh really? Play me a riff," said Mami, playing the devil's advocate.
Ran did, playing a few riffs, then segueing into Dicot's Aitsu, before finishing into a crazy pose.
"I said a riff, not an entire fucking song!" she yelled, flailing her arms.
"I was only proving my point, you devil's advocate," said Rai, sticking her tongue out in victory.
"There's nothing that Ran can't do," went everyone else, even more bored.
"Will you please stop ruining my moment!!?" she said, a welt forming on her head (author: you know, the one that looks like a x/cross…).
"Oh, sorry," sweat drops coming down their foreheads.
"Thank you. Whaddaya think, Mamirin?"
"Impressive. Now all we need is a bass player, and another guitarist, and a keyboard player, and we're set," said Mami, trailing off before she snapped back into her own reality. "Hey, wait a minute! What am I saying! Are starting a band?!"
"Precisely," she said, smiling.
A pause, then, "Sure."
It was sealed.
******************
END CHAPTER 3
Next chapter…Usagi attempts to sign a deal with the fledgling band. Or at least tries to…
Enjoy!
**************************
The Platform Surfers
Chapter 3:
Finding Rhythm
**********************************
"…and this one of my favorite rooms right here, beside my bedroom, of course."
"Your…garage, Mami-rin?" Ran was scratching her head, but immediately her eyes widened at the cars that were present. So polished as shiny. She felt as if she wanted to drive a car, but she still didn't pass her test yet, nor did she care about driving anyway. "What about it, besides the cars?"
"This." Mami pointed to a large drum set in the far right side, a few meters from the cars. "It was bought to me by my uncle Hideo, who happens to be a friend of a man by the name of Bob Bogle, at least that's what I know his name was…" Her voice trailed off, her eyes turning a bit blank.
"Drum set, huh? Can you like, show how you play it?" Miyu was watching very intently.
"Sure," she said, walking over and sitting down. "I don't play this often, as it upsets the neighbors across the street, as well, as, well, my…you know…" She points to two people doing a task outside.
"Parents?" everyone else said in unison.
"They don't approve of the drum set, but I can play it well. Watch."
Starting with a simple beat, Mami did a little surf beat, then to rock, then to ska, then to jazz, back to rock, then to a cadence, then to jamming like crazy. All genres, all in 10 minutes. When she finished with a loud cymbal clash…SNAP!
"Oh, shimatta, one of my sticks broke," she said. "That's the 17th time that's happened, and it's always the right stick."
"Your right drumstick…17 times…?" Ran had a confused look on her face. Aya chuckled in embarrassment. Rei and Yuuya were drooling out of semi-consciousness.
"Yep. Jealous?"
"SHUT UP MAMIRIN! I BET YOU HAVE TO BEGGING FROM YOUR PARENTS TO GET YOU THAT MUCH STICKS!" Ran was hyperventilating from yelling.
"For your information, Ran, I have a cache-full of…" She opened a brown case, which had…"NOTHING!? OH SHIT NO! I don't believe it. Ran is right for once. Damn her!" She turned hr back to let oout some tears of disgust. Ran shook her head and laughed.
"Oh Mamirin, won't you even learn that the Queen of the GALS knows all the tricks you pull up your sleeve?"
"Okay, Ran-chan, calm down," said Miyu.
"It looks like your allowance is going to be reduced," said Rei, letting out a chuckle.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YUUYA!" Mami lashed out a few sucker-punches at her boyfriend.
"Hey, hey, what the hell did I do!?" was the wimpy response. "I had nothing to do with this…itai! That hurts! Stop! STOP!!!"
****************************
"Ribon…magazine. Ewww…too many girls, and they look tacky," read little brother at the newsstands. Shingo, even though he was 18, still had an unflinching fit of virginity. His friends from Juuban Koukou sometimes teased him for his brattishness. It was weird. His older sister wasn't like that at all (well, 97.3% percent of the time), and he was still acting like a little brother screaming for attention. Of course he was. But he couldn't help it.
"You know, Dad," said Usagi, "Tomorrow I have work at my place. This band named Indovoice wants to sign with my company. Can I drive on the way home, please?"
"Sure, Usagi," Kenji replied with beaming enthusiasm. "It's only because your mom wants to but Versace here, and some HM."
"And you can count on me and Mamo-chan to help you and Mom, ne?"
"Um, I can manage myself…" Kenji was feeling a bit awkward, but maintained him composure as they continued walking through the 109 store.
(author: Whoa! Since when did Chiba Mamoru actually have a taste for music? Lucky…)
"You know what, everyone," said Ikuko, "Let's just head to Ikebukoro, they have good stuff, but at a much lower price. And let's drive around, too, ne?"
"Sure," was the response.
"Usagi, here are the keys. You drive," she said to her daughter, who ditched the buns and ponytails for a more disciplined hairdo, but with the heart sticking out from her hair.
"Thanks Mom! Let's go!" a happy Usagi said.
**********************
"Um, Ran, why did you bring that stupid pink case," questioned Mami.
"Because, I can play this," came the response of confidence.
"There's nothing that Ran can't do," came the bored response in unison, save Mami, who only raised her eyebrows.
"Oh really? Play me a riff," said Mami, playing the devil's advocate.
Ran did, playing a few riffs, then segueing into Dicot's Aitsu, before finishing into a crazy pose.
"I said a riff, not an entire fucking song!" she yelled, flailing her arms.
"I was only proving my point, you devil's advocate," said Rai, sticking her tongue out in victory.
"There's nothing that Ran can't do," went everyone else, even more bored.
"Will you please stop ruining my moment!!?" she said, a welt forming on her head (author: you know, the one that looks like a x/cross…).
"Oh, sorry," sweat drops coming down their foreheads.
"Thank you. Whaddaya think, Mamirin?"
"Impressive. Now all we need is a bass player, and another guitarist, and a keyboard player, and we're set," said Mami, trailing off before she snapped back into her own reality. "Hey, wait a minute! What am I saying! Are starting a band?!"
"Precisely," she said, smiling.
A pause, then, "Sure."
It was sealed.
******************
END CHAPTER 3
Next chapter…Usagi attempts to sign a deal with the fledgling band. Or at least tries to…