There was no reason for Azusa to leave her house
today.
It was a Saturday and she did not feel like facing Jun.
After the scene yesterday, there was no reason that
she would want to do so.
Even though she felt this way, Azusa knew that she
had to mend hurt feelings.
With some hesitation, she picked up her phone. After
just a few seconds, she had selected the right name
from her recent contacts list, but she could only look
at it. She stared at the number, waiting for some sign
to proceed…
...for some sign to stop.
Like peeling off a bandage, the twin-tailed girl pushed
the button as quickly as she could. Her eyes shut
when she brought the phone to her ear.
Three seconds passed.
Five seconds passed.
Ten seconds passed.
Fifteen seconds passed and there was still no
dial-tone.
That was when she remembered.
Azusa looked at the screen of her phone.
Pushing the button last time only took the number
from the 'contacts' list and moved it to a new menu
that showed Jun's full name, number, and address.
'That was a good practice,' she thought to herself,
'now for the real thing.'
"I'm sorry about yesterday," Azusa apologized quickly
with her head bowed, "I've just been feeling so
strangely."
Jun smiled and patted her friend on the head.
They were in Azusa's room together less than an hour
after the phone call; both eager to make up.
"That's okay. I overreacted yesterday. I guess I was
just getting a little jealous of your imaginary friends."
Those words hurt her a little. Even though they were
only in her dreams, Azusa still felt an emotional
attachment to the four girls who had been so good to
her.
"Anyway," Jun continued, oblivious to Azusa's feelings,
"let's get back to this club that you want to make. I
think if we put up flyers we could attract more people.
There are probably more than just Jazz Club members
who would be interested. And if we practiced in that
empty music room we might get some more attention."
The black-haired girl smiled and nodded her head.