Title: The Diary Project
Warnings: Respect the rating.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
IMPORTANT NOTE; READ FIRST: This is only Yamato's half of the story. Reading this document in its entirety will only give you half the story. You must read Taichi's half as well for this story to make sense. "Sparkle Itamashii" is writing Taichi's half of the story- it has the same title as this half.
Day 25 - Tuesday
TK will be over for dinner in a couple of minutes so I'll just write this now. I've got homework to do after dinner so I won't have time later and I want to see if I can fix up Yutaka's song.
I need to change the C chord to an A and the F chord to a D in the instrumental of 'White Light'. Takashi will probably chuck a fit at me for altering it now but we can't leave it how it is. It's too much of a deviation from the chorus to sound as if it fits in. Maybe if I get Akira to break it Takashi gently he mightn't take it so badly. He never seems to get as upset when Akira criticises him as he does when Yutaka or I do. I think it's because they've both had formal training and he knows Akira wouldn't say anything unless he really meant it.
The old lady from next door finally seems to be moving out. Her son or whoever he is was taking boxes of stuff down to the car park this afternoon with her tottering around after him and directing him with her walking stick.
I can't say I'm not pleased to see her go even if I should be feeling sorry for her since she's probably going to a home. She was a bitchy old thing and used to get me into trouble with dad all the time because she thought I played my music too loud. I don't know how she managed to hear it in the first place considering she had to ask us to repeat whatever we say three or four times before she understood, but she'd come and pound on the apartment door whenever she saw dad come home no matter how late it was that he got in.
"That son of yours..."
"Ok, Honda-sama. Thank you for telling me."
"Making all that damn noise."
"Yes, Honda-sama. He won't play so loud next time."
"What?"
"I'll get him to turn it down."
"What?"
"I'll tell him to turn the music down."
"Go down where?"
It was like talking to one of those parrots you teach to say things, one that would never say the what you wanted.
Anyway, I hope we don't get a new, more obnoxious neighbour. She was annoying but at least we knew what she was going to do.
TK is standing in my doorway. I think he's getting a kick out of seeing me write in this thing. He'll start complaining about being hungry in a second - wait, there he goes. I should teach him to cook or something. Little brat.
I'm glad he's happier though.
IMPORTANT NOTE; PLEASE READ: This is only Yamato's half of the story. Reading this document in its entirety will only give you half the story. You must read Taichi's half as well for this story to make sense. "Sparkle Itamashii" is writing Taichi's half of the story- it has the same title as this half.
To read this story as it is supposed to be read, please switch to Sparkle Itamashii's page and read the corresponding chapter of "The Diary Project" there as well. (or if you found her page first, please proceed to the next chapter on her page.)