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Flashback-
{Amu POV}
Nagihiko..So nice..He deserves to know. "N-Nagihiko-" I started.
"You can call me Nagi." He said with a warm smile. I offered a weak one and continued. "Nagi..The reason I was so hesitant about joining the band is because..I promised myself I would never sing again…" he looked at me with a confused expression. I just sighed. 'Might as well tell him the whole thing…' So I turned and faced Nagi, and told him my story.
{Amu POV}
"About two weeks before I started here at this school, I lived over in America. I had a singing recital, and I noticed that my mom wasn't at my recital. I thought that she just had to work late, so I didn't think much of it." I offered a weak smile to Nagi, who was listening quietly, and continued. "After I got home, I saw my whole family-Excluding my mom. My dad, my aunt, and my little sister, Ami, were all sitting around in the living room. My dad looked like he was crying, and when I couldn't get a straight answer out of him for why he was crying, my Aunt told me that.." I silently started crying again, and Nagi sat there, patient as ever. After a minute, I finally pulled myself together and told him the rest. "My Aunt told me that my mom left work early to go to my singing recital, but..She got into an accident on the way there. Collided with a truck. She didn't survive." I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I finished up the story, but I held them back for later.
"I felt so guilty…Like it was my fault. Like if maybe I didn't have that singing recital..Or even never sang in the first place-Then she would still be alive…" I let one single tear roll down my cheek. Nagi quickly brushed the tear away and hugged me, trying to comfort me. 'I still feel really guilty..But I'm happy that I have Nagi here to help me out.' After a moment of conferrable silence, Nagi quietly spoke. "I see. Well, that's a very valid reason for not wanting to join the band. But just listen for a second, Amu. You looked really happy when you were singing. You really like singing, don't you?" I nodded weakly, not really seeing where he was going with this. "Well, if you really love doing something, then I don't think you should let a tragedy get in the way of doing it."
I stared at him like he was crazy. 'What so I should just..Forget what happened! That's impossible!' The anger started to get a hold of me, before he added something else. "I'm not suggesting that you just forget about the accident-I'm just saying that I doubt your mother would want you to stop doing what you loved because something happened to her. You weren't the one that ran into her. It wasn't your fault." He said with a little smile.
I felt..Happy. That was the first time someone has told me that it wasn't my fault. I felt..Relieved. Will I ever forget about the accident? No. Will I ever feel completely confident in my singing again? No.
Am I going to let this ruin my dream of becoming a singer?
No.
I turned around and gave Nagi a big hug. "Thank you." I whispered. He just nodded and patted my head. "So..Is that singer position still available?" I asked with a sheepish grin. He just laughed and started pulling me in the direction of the auditorium. On the way there, I cleaned myself up so that it looked like I wasn't crying. "Nagi…" I asked him when we were a little bit away from the auditorium. "Hmm?" He replied.
"Can you..Not tell anyone? About my mom and stuff, I mean.." The last thing I wanted was pity. He just smiled, as if he were expecting this. "Yeah, sure. It'll be our secret." I smiled as we finally entered the auditorium. It looked as if they had all packed up and were about to leave, but stopped when they saw me and Nagi walk in.
I stood in front of them all and said with my 'Cool and Spicy' tone. "Fine. I'll join your band."
So..Short. And it mainly just spits everything back up from the first chapter..D8
BUT NO WORRIES. I'M AT WORK AT THE NEXT CHAPTER RIGHT NOW! 8D
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