As the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, Thomas, an American teenager, sat down near his PlayStation while he ate his humble bowl of cereal to kickstart the day. The crunch of Fruity Pebbles mingled with the soft hum of a YouTube video playing in the background. Actually, it's not that soft if the people he watches are loud as shit.

While he finishes up the last flakes of his cereal, he couldn't help but feel slightly tired from his late-night gaming session and talking with the lads on Discord; the allure of Descent, the rogue-lite mode in The Division 2, had kept him going with the good luck in Exotic Talents. While he knew he wouldn't surpass his personal record, he took pride in having once ranked in the top 10 in the world on the PlayStation servers, and it's just a fun mode to mess around with stacking talents.

Having moved to Japan with his parents due to work-related reasons, he was very fortunate his group of friends from America were able to come too for various reasons. Thomas felt grateful to have this opportunity for them to continue playing music. Their cover band had found a new home in this foreign land, where they aimed to introduce the vibrant spirit of American rock music to an audience that might not be as familiar with it. And, of course, there was always a special place in his heart for the American rock band Breaking Benjamin, whose music had been a constant companion during his life.

Thomas is a fellow Benhead… or Unknown Soldier? Shallow Bayer? Those monikers were used throughout the band's life over the decade, but it would seem Benhead is the one that stuck through despite it being unofficial.

He found out about the band thanks to Halo 2 having "Blow Me Away" appear in the mission "Gravemind" when the Master Chief reaches the Mausoleum of the Arbiter. It was such a spectacle fighting the Elites, Brutes, and Hunters with the sounds of fuel rod cannons and Covenant Carbines going off as this kickass song plays on loop until you reach the ending segment. The one heard in-game is actually not instrumental, it simply has the voice volume lowered and does not feature the guitar solo, only the verses and choruses. The song was written specifically for the Halo 2 soundtrack, and was later featured on the band's 2004 EP, So Cold.

Though "Blow Me Away" is a banger… there is "the remix that shall not be named," as Benjamin Burnley himself refers to it, of which he has stated that it doesn't particularly suit the song well, along with the shady stuff that went down which sours it more.

You see: during 2010, the band went on hiatus because of his recurring illness. Amid the hiatus, the release of a compilation album, Shallow Bay: The Best of Breaking Benjamin in 2011, unauthorized by Burnley, caused legal trouble within the band resulting in the dismissal of the former guitarist and bassist. This was because their label requested that the band produce two new master recordings and a greatest hits album, and sought permission to release a new version of "Blow Me Away" with additional vocals from Sydnee Duran of Valora. The former guitarist and bassist accepted the 100k payment without informing Burnley, the band's management, or the band's lawyer. Therefore, the former guitarist and bassist were sued by Burnley, and he won the lawsuit while also retaining the rights to the band name.

Burnley publicly opposed the album's release, saying content had been altered without his consent, that it did not meet his standards—stuff that was just taken from his personal computer and put on the rarities of the greatest hits. He refuses to consider it part of the official Breaking Benjamin catalog.

Also, why the hell doesn't that greatest hits album contain the song "Shallow Bay" from their debut album, Saturate? I mean, it's literally in the title, who names a compilation album after a song you're not going to include?

Well, on second thought, the album contains every single the band released, and "Shallow Bay" is not a single.

The deluxe edition of that album does include a couple of previously unreleased songs, along with a few cover songs, that are quite nice, even though these songs were released against Ben's will: "Better Days" and "Lie to Me." It also featured a couple bonus songs that were originally released exclusively on the Japanese version of their second album, We Are Not Alone: "Lady Bug" and "Ordinary Man."

Anyways, Benjamin Burnley remained the only sole member of the band until 2014, because the former guitarist and bassist were fired for making unilateral and unauthorized decisions on behalf of the band, and the drummer also left in 2013, citing creative differences.

Despite significant lineup changes, the band's musical style and lyrical content have remained consistent! When the band broke out of hiatus in 2015, it was a triumphant return! The new lineup contained former members from Red, Adelitas Way, Forever Oeuvre, and Picture Me Broken. The outcome of this was Dark Before Dawn in 2015. It was like a literal phoenix rising from immolation—a melodic masterpiece ripe with hooks and harmonies drenched in Breaking Benjamin's familiar, melancholic sound.

Ember was a great listen in 2018, featuring some of the most mature and aggressive work yet; full to the brim with heavy guitar and percussion, electronic atmospherics, and strong vocals, since Burnley has admitted to having anger issues and this showcases that in a creative way.

And the compilation one, Aurora, in 2020 breathed new life onto beloved tracks with acoustic renditions; just like the title alludes, the acoustics felt more ethereal—atmospheric. It alternates between this cinematic feel and the electrified stomp of the original, placing an intense focus onto Burnley's powerful vocals and crafting a chill that ebbs throughout the lyric-centered core. As a result, it was a delicious reimagining of some of their classics, but one that respected their original work. Aurora also came with a new song, the lead single "Far Away," which featured Scooter Ward from Cold. It also had quite a few guests in the other songs too: Lacey Sturm (Flyleaf), Spencer Chamberlain (Underoath), Michael Barnes (Red), and Adam Gontier (Three Days Grace).

Wait, where were we? Ah! Having finished his cereal, Thomas turns off his PlayStation and TV, the screen fading to black as he turns his attention to the day ahead. He gave his backpack a quick once-over, ensuring that his essentials were packed for the school day ahead.

Already clad in his seifuku, the Japanese term for uniform, Thomas couldn't help but appreciate the sense of continuity it brought to his life. The crisp white shirt, the neatly knotted tie, the blazer's sharp lines, a pair of slacks, and a pair of black leather shoes—all mirrored the Catholic school uniform he'd worn back in the States. It was a comforting touch of the familiar amidst a sea of new beginnings.

As he straightened his tie and adjusted his blazer, Thomas thought about how It felt like a seamless transition for him while embracing the new experiences Japan has to offer.

Thomas also has his smartwatch on his right wrist; he downloaded a theme from the Facer app that has a myriad of watch faces to download. This one he has gives the watch a glowing orange outline, mimicking the smartwatches from The Division video game. There's even a theme in red similar to the rogue agents.

It's awesome to practically cosplay as a Division Agent considering in the lore they come from all walks of life, so anything he wears will be fine. Except he's not a secret federal agent, but eh, you probably wouldn't want this kid saving what remains.

Thomas's footsteps echoed softly as he walked into the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the morning air. His mom stood by the counter, her back turned to him as she wrapped up a lunch bag for him.

He placed his empty bowl of cereal in the sink, the clink breaking the comfortable silence. "Here's your lunch for today, Thomas," his mom said, turning to face him with a smile that could outshine the rising sun. "Try to make some new friends at school, if you can! Maybe find a girlfriend there."

Thomas couldn't help but chuckle, accepting the lunch bag with a playful roll of his eyes. "I'll do my best, mom," he replied, the corners of his mouth lifting into a grin. "I'm sure the ladies will appreciate a dose of good ol' American music." His laughter, light and carefree, filled the room as he slung his backpack over his shoulder.

As he approached the front door, a wave of gratitude washed over him. His mother's unwavering support was a constant in his life, a beacon of positivity that bolstered his spirits. With a final glance back, he pondered the day ahead—the chance encounters, the potential friendships, and the shared melodies that awaited him in this new chapter of his life.

Stepping out of the house, Thomas took a moment to soak in the surroundings. The crisp morning air carried a hint of anticipation, as if the world was brimming with the potential for new friendships and musical connections. He couldn't help but feel a surge of optimism for the day ahead.

Pedestrians hurried along the sidewalks, their footsteps merging with snippets of conversations in Japanese, creating a symphony of voices that filled the air. Thomas was rather distracted, in a positive manner, by the harmony of a culture so different from his own, finding beauty in the diversity that surrounded him.

As Thomas made his way to school in Shimokitazawa, he found the walk to be a refreshing change from the wide streets he was accustomed to back in the United States. The bustling neighborhood was filled with a unique charm, its narrow streets lined with cozy cafes, vintage shops, and vibrant murals that added splashes of color to the surroundings.

Soon enough, Thomas arrives at his new school: Shimokitazawa High School, or simply Shima High.

He stood outside the classroom door, taking a deep breath. As an American in a Japanese setting, he hoped the other students would be receptive to him, or at least not bother him maliciously.

After receiving permission from the teacher inside, he opened the door and stepped into the room. Whispers filled the air, but he kept a straight face.

"Good morning," he began, his voice clear and confident. "My name is Thomas Doherty, and yes, I'm from the United States of America." He allowed a brief pause, giving his words time to resonate. "Music is my passion—I play, I listen, I live it. Same can be said about video games!"

One of the students in particular, a blue-haired girl, watched the American foreigner with interest as he introduced himself. He had short dark brown hair that looked almost black, contrasting with his fair skin. His brown eyes shimmered with confidence and sincerity, captivating her attention. He had a lean body, not too muscular but not too skinny either. He looked fit and healthy, as if he took good care of himself.

He wore the same uniform as the rest of the class, but he somehow made it look more stylish and unique. Maybe it was the way he wore his tie, the way his blazer fit him perfectly, or heck, the smartwatch on his right wrist certainly added to his allure. He looked like he belonged, but also like he stood out. He was different, but in a good way.

"As an American, I'm used to calling others by their first names, but I understand and respect the customs here. So please, call me Thomas, and I will address you with the honor and formality that your culture respects. I'm looking forward to learning and growing together. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu." With that, he bowed deeply, his respect for Japanese traditions evident in the graceful arc of his gesture.

The students exchanged glances, impressed by the foreigner's effort to speak their language with such care and respect. His introduction might have been a bit lengthy and too formal, but it was sincere, and that sincerity won him silent nods of approval.

Though the class remained silent, however, their gaze fixed the front of the room, scanning Thomas. Likewise, Thomas scanned the room and eyes fell upon a girl with short blue hair, two black square hair clips on the right side of her bangs, a mole on her left cheek, and yellow eyes. She had an androgynous appearance, but Thomas could discern the subtle curves of her body. She leaned back in her seat, her arms crossed over her chest, a faint smirk on her lips. She certainly exuded a cool and confident aura.

There was another girl in the classroom who also caught Thomas's attention, a girl with long blonde hair tied in a side ponytail and vermilion eyes. She sat upright in her seat, her hands clasped on her desk, a bright smile on her face. She radiated a cheerful and friendly energy, as if she was ready to welcome anyone with open arms. He couldn't deny that she was cute too.

"Welcome to our class, Doherty-san," the teacher said, breaking the silence. "We're happy to have you here. I hope you'll enjoy your time at our school and make some good friends." He gestured to the class, then gave Thomas a reassuring tap on the back. "Everyone, please be nice and help Doherty-san feel at home. He's come a long way to join us, so let's show him some hospitality."

The blue-haired girl hummed to herself as she listened to the boy's introduction. 'Interesting… An American who respects Japanese etiquette. He seems confident and sincere, not like some of the arrogant foreigners I've seen on TV. And he seems passionate about music, just like me. I wonder what kind of music he plays and listens to. And what instrument he plays.'

She felt a tug at the corner of her mouth, a faint smile forming on her usually stoic face. She wanted to get to know Thomas better, even if she preferred her solitude. It might be nice to chat with someone new who understood her musical passion.

"Well, Doherty-san, there's a free spot next to Yamada-san. Please raise your hand, Yamada-san," the teacher instructed, his voice friendly and authoritative.

Thomas followed the teacher's gaze to the blue-haired girl he had noticed earlier. She raised her hand lazily, her eyes meeting his briefly. She gave him a small smirk, as if to say, "Lucky you."

Yamada, raising her hand to show Thomas who she was and where the empty seat was, thought to herself, 'A free seat next to me, huh? I guess that should be fine... He seems to be the curious type. Who knows, maybe I'll find out more about him after we sit next to each other.'

Thomas made his way to the seat next to Yamada and took his place beside her. He offered her a subtle nod—a simple greeting that understood the value of silence, which Yamada appreciated, forming an unspoken understanding between introverts. He sensed that the girl preferred solitude, much like himself. While he wasn't particularly extroverted and enjoyed being alone, he didn't mind good company either.

'Well, well, maybe I've stumbled upon a kindred spirit. He looks introverted too... Just my type,' She thought, feeling a strange fascination toward him. She turned to face Thomas, giving him back a subtle nod as well, acknowledging him. 'He doesn't seem to be very verbal and tends to prefer being alone, but I wonder if that's just his personality at school or something else. I look forward to meeting him and perhaps finding out what he's like.'

She then redirected her focus back to the morning classes, but her eyes kept wandering to him, idly thinking of a potential connection. She was eager to learn more about his passion for music. 'Does he play the bass, like me? Or does he sing, or strum the guitar, or drum the beats? What kind of music and bands does he listen to? Can we jam together, or rock out at a concert, or compose a song? Maybe…'

She snapped out of her daydream, trying to calm her racing heart and think rationally. She didn't want to get ahead of herself, but she couldn't deny the attraction she felt for the American next to her.

With a playful grin, she mentally planned the upcoming lunchtime encounter. Envisioning herself with her friend Nijika and Thomas at lunch discussing music and sharing their musical journey.

Meanwhile with Thomas, he was able to acclimate himself into the subject matter for this period with little difficulty due to him learning Japanese prior to moving to the country. The class material wasn't overly challenging at this point, which helped him feel more at ease in this new environment.

After the class finishes up, the bell rang, indicating it was time for lunch.

Yamada glanced over at Thomas as the bell signaled the start of lunchtime. 'Would he really be okay with joining Nijika and me for lunch?' she pondered, her gaze lingering on him. 'It's the perfect chance to learn what music he likes, what instrument he plays…' Despite her usual reluctance to initiate conversation, the pull of shared musical passion was too strong to ignore.

'Well, no harm in trying, right?' She mused, a hint of mischief in her thoughts. 'Maybe Nijika will take a liking to him too. And that smartwatch with the orange glow... could he be from a wealthy family like me? Would he also share my quirks of spending money so frivolously? Those instruments aren't gonna buy themselves after all—oh wait! If he's rich, then he can fund all my band's expenses.' She snickered inwardly at the thought of Thomas bankrolling her band's expenses.

As Yamada took a tentative step forward, intent on inviting Thomas to join them, she caught sight of Nijika heading towards her desk for lunch. Nijika's eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting the usually reserved girl to make the first move.

With a knowing smile, Nijika sidled up to her. "Seems like you're eager to chat with Thomas-san, Ryo," she teased, her voice filled with playful curiosity. "Planning to recruit him into our musical world?"

Ryo turned to Nijika, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "He did mention playing music, to be fair, and I thought it would be nice to have a conversation with someone who shares our passion. Don't you think, Nijika?" She replied with some excitement in her tone.

Nijika nodded enthusiastically, her eyes alight with the idea. "Absolutely! Thomas-san might have his own unique experiences and stories to share." The two friends shared a knowing look, their thoughts in sync, before turning their attention back to Thomas, who was still organizing his belongings after class.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Ryo mustered her courage and approached Thomas. "Hey, uh, Thomas-san," she began, her voice steady but revealing a touch of awkwardness, "would you like to join me and my friend Nijika for lunch? We're both really into music, and I thought it'd be cool to chat and learn more about your musical background. And we can share our own stories too."

Ryo's invitation was heartfelt, her passion for music evident in her earnest expression. She looked at Thomas with genuine interest, hoping he would agree to bond over their shared love for music and get to know each other better.

Thomas looked momentarily surprised at Ryo's invitation, but a smile soon formed on his face. He liked Ryo's straightforwardness and her eagerness to share her own passion for music. It was a chance to connect with like-minded individuals and make new friends here in Japan.

"Uh, sure, that sounds awesome! Music is a huge part of my life, and I would love to meet fellow musicians." His reply was also a bit awkward, but the honesty and gratitude were clear.

Ryo's smile brightened, her posture reflecting a mix of relief and joy, while Nijika's excitement was palpable. They rearranged their desks into a small circle, creating a cozy space for their lunchtime gathering. Thomas pulled out his lunch bag, revealing a neatly packed turkey sandwich—turkey slices, red pepper hummus, lettuce, and tomato, all between slices of whole grain bread. He also had a bottle of water for hydration, as any HydroHomie would.

Meanwhile, Ryo and Nijika retrieved their bento boxes from their bags as well. As they lifted the lids, an array of colorful and appetizing homemade dishes greeted them. The inviting aroma wafted through the air, and for a moment, the three of them simply admired the spread before them.

With their lunches unveiled, the conversation began with formal introductions, then would naturally shift to music, each sharing their tastes, experiences, and dreams. It was the beginning of what promised to be an enriching exchange, not just of food, but of cultures and melodies.

"It's nice to meet you, Thomas-kun—can I call you that? My name is Nijika Ijichi, but feel free to call me Nijika! And I'm sure Ryo doesn't mind either in calling her by first name," Nijika said with a cheerful grin. "By the way, your Japanese is really good! Your accent adds a unique touch, which is pretty cool."

Thomas noticed the honorific 'kun' she used when addressing him, understanding its importance in Japanese culture. He found it intriguing and endearing, knowing that it showed a sense of closeness among classmates.

"Thank you, Nijika. I'm glad my Japanese isn't too bad. And 'Thomas-kun' has a nice ring to it," he smiled, enjoying the friendly atmosphere.

Ryo, unable to contain her curiosity, chimed in eagerly. "Yeah, first names are fine with me. So, Thomas, what are your favorite music genres?" she asked him, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as she took a bite of her rice and chicken.

"Sure thing," Thomas responded genially. "I'm all about hard rock, post-rock, post-grunge, alternative metal, and nu metal. Basically, anything that rocks hard. But I'm always open to exploring new genres."

Ryo's expression brightened as she heard Thomas's favorite genres. "That's awesome, Thomas!" She leaned in, her excitement rising. "It's so cool to meet someone who appreciates the depth of rock and metal. Those genres let me explore and express myself. We should definitely exchange playlists later. I want to hear your favorites and maybe show you some of mine!"

Thomas smiled at Ryo's enthusiasm, which contrasted with her usual coolness. "I don't know much about Japanese bands yet, except for some J-Pop and anime songs I've heard. But I'd love to share some American rock bands I like," he said, eager to share a piece of his musical world.

He rattled off his favorites with enthusiasm: "System of a Down, Slipknot, Sleeping with Sirens, Spiritbox, Linkin Park, KoRn, Three Days Grace, and my all-time favorite, Breaking Benjamin." His smile grew wider as he mentioned Breaking Benjamin, his love for the band obvious.

Thomas paused for a moment, then chuckled. "You know, I just realized that half of these bands I listed have the letter 'S' in them."

He then added a fun fact, his tone shifting to one of admiration for the diversity in music. "By the way, Spiritbox and Three Days Grace are actually Canadian, and the members of System of a Down have Armenian heritage. It's amazing how music connects people from all over the world."

Ryo and Nijika shared a laugh at the 'S'-band coincidence, their smiles reflecting the joy of the conversation. They agreed with Thomas as he spoke of the bands' diverse backgrounds, both believing that music's true beauty lies in its ability to unite different cultures and stories.

But wait, there's more!

"I've also got to give a shoutout to some of the musicians who worked on the musical easter eggs in Call of Duty Zombies: Kevin Sherwood, the senior sound designer at Treyarch, writes and composes the songs. And the vocalists—Clark S. Nova, Malukah, and Elena Siegman—they've all created absolute bangers for the game mode," Thomas's voice brimmed with excitement as he shared his admiration for a few more individual musicians, the passion for music evident in his animated expression.

Ryo and Nijika couldn't help but chuckle at Thomas's fervor; it was kinda cute to see him so passionate like this. The two girls were already thinking of the Japanese rock bands that they enjoy and could potentially match his tastes.

"Don't hold back, Thomas! It's refreshing to meet someone so passionate about music," Ryo encouraged, giving him a supportive thumbs up. "We'll definitely introduce you to some Japanese rock bands that'll blow your mind. Can't wait to share our favorites with you!"

Nijika's eyes gleamed with excitement at the prospect of cultural exchange. "And we're just as excited to dive into your favorite American rock bands. This is going to be an amazing exchange of music and culture!" she added, her enthusiasm matching Thomas's.

"Yeah, I mean, come on," Thomas, unable to contain himself, began tapping his hand on the desk in a rhythm as he sang a snippet from a Breaking Benjamin song. Ryo and Nijika, captivated by his passionate rendition, found themselves drawn in, even though the lyrics were in English, making it difficult for them to fully grasp the meaning. Yet, the raw emotion in his voice resonated with them, transcending language barriers.

This display of him singing, especially in English, caught the attention of the other students in the classroom, pausing their lunchtime chatter. Some would watch in amusement, while others were bewildered by the sudden burst of singing. However, Thomas remained in his element, because just like another Breaking Benjamin song, he will not bow, he will not break, he will shut the world away, and he will take their breath away.

"So sacrifice yourself and let me have what's left! I know that I can find the fire in your eyes. I'm going all the way! Get away, please..." At first, his voice resonated with power and intensity, echoing the song's aggressive pre-chorus. Yet, as he reached the word "please," his tone shifted, softening into a plea, revealing a vulnerability that contrasted with the earlier ferocity.

Then, with a grin, he pointed at Ryo and Nijika as he segued into the chorus. His vocal control was on full display, effortlessly navigating the notes, along with a hint of choreography, adding an extra bit of flair to his spontaneous performance. "You take the breath right out of me! You left a hole where my heart should be. You got to fight just to make it through! 'Cause I will be the death of you..." As he reached the end of the chorus, his voice tapered to a gentle drawl, the final note hanging in the air, a soft echo of the passion that had filled the room.

The classroom was abuzz with whispers and giggles after Thomas's unexpected musical interlude. Ryo, usually composed and reserved, couldn't hide a blush that crept onto her cheeks. She exchanged a glance with Nijika, both sharing a silent moment of awe.

Ryo's lips then curled into a playful smirk once Thomas's animated display came to its climactic end. "You've certainly got a flair for the dramatic, Thomas," she teased, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and admiration. "But it's clear you're not just putting on a show. Your heart's in it, and that's what counts. So, what's the story behind your love for music?"

Nijika, completely blown away by Thomas's performance, clapped her hands and bounced in her seat. "That was amazing! You're so talented, Thomas-kun! Have you ever been on stage? You're like a rock star!"

The rest of the students in the classroom soon erupted into a round of applause, their laughter and cheers filling the room with a lively energy. Thomas had certainly made an impression on his first day.

He smiled warmly as he took in their reactions while sipping from his water bottle to calm himself down after that little moment of fun. He felt a sense of validation and connection with his new friends after they gave their feedback.

"So first off: the snippet I just sang is 'Breath' by Breaking Benjamin, from their album Phobia," Thomas began, providing the name of the song and the album it was from. "And I'd like to say I'm part of a band—a cover band with three of my friends. We're all about playing the music we love, and as you might have guessed, Breaking Benjamin is a big influence for us."

He paused, a smile playing on his lips as he continued. "We've performed at a few venues back in the states, mostly rocking out to Breaking Benjamin. They've been a huge part of my life since I was a kid, and our band is my way of paying tribute to them. Now that we're here in Japan, I'm excited to share some of that American metal and post-grunge vibe with you all."

Thomas then explained his role within his band. "I'm the lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist, which lets me focus more on the vocals. But I can step up as the lead guitarist if needed, like if my buddy Alan wants to switch it up." He finished, his voice carrying the same energy that had infused his impromptu performance.

Ryo raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "Lead vocalist and guitarist? That's quite the skill set, Thomas," she remarked with a nod of approval. "It takes a lot of talent to manage both roles."

Nijika's excitement was tangible as she leaned in closer. "That's amazing! Being able to switch between rhythm and lead guitar while nailing the vocals? You must really understand the soul of the music. It's like you're the heartbeat of your band!"

As the laughter and applause from the other students began to subside, Ryo observed Thomas's reaction—or rather, his laid-back demeanor reflecting Ryo's own unique quirks—a shared authenticity that resonated between them. He's just jamming and being himself after all.

Ryo leaned back, her gaze fixed on Thomas as the applause died down. "You've got a knack for standing out, Thomas," she observed, her tone laced with a blend of respect and playful teasing. "It's refreshing to see someone so shamelessly themselves. It's a quality I appreciate."

She then gave a short, amused snort. "People think I'm a weirdo, you know. But I don't let it bother me. I kinda like it when people call me that. It's those quirks that make us interesting, right? In a band, it's our individuality that creates harmony. Keep that fire burning, Thomas. It's what makes music—and life—exciting."

Nijika piped up, sounding warm and encouraging. "That's right! Embracing who you are is what makes your music resonate with others. It's inspiring, and it's what draws people together. Music is all about connection, and you've definitely made one here."

Thomas beamed, feeling a bond with the two Japanese girls. "Thank you both. I'm glad we share the same passion for music and just being ourselves. I love playing my guitar and singing my heart out. Music is such a powerful way to express and connect, across any barriers." He spoke from the heart, then shifted the subject back to musical bands, his curiosity evident. "I'd love to hear more about your favorite Japanese bands. Maybe I'll find some new favorites too." He took a bite of his turkey sandwich, which he had ignored during his musical rant. He didn't mind, though. He was enjoying talking to the girls and sharing his love for music.

Nijika's enthusiasm was infectious as she listed her favorite bands. "I'm all about Japanese punk, and melodic hardcore. Bands like Dustrock, Locofrank, and TotalFat just get me going with their energy and melodies!"

Thomas nodded and thanked Nijika for her recommendations, making a mental note to check those bands out later. He liked her knowledge and enthusiasm for music.

Ryo, meanwhile, had a different approach. She paused, a mischievous twinkle in her eye betraying her otherwise stoic facade. "I like techno songs and songs from the hit charts of Saudi Ara—" she was interrupted by Nijika.

"Nuh-uh, Ryo! No making things up. We're sticking to the truth here," Nijika interjected with a playful scold, though her grin showed she was entertained by the charade. "You've tried that one on Bocchi-chan before, and now Thomas-kun? Come on, spill your actual favorites."

Ryo's laughter was light and self-aware as she gave in. "Okay, okay, you've caught me," she said with an amused grin. "I do have a soft spot for bands like Asian Kung-Fu Generation, 88Kasyo Junrei, and Radwimps, but I'm a huge fan of SICK HACK! They're not just a band; they're an experience. Their psychedelic rock vibes are something else, and their songs? They're a journey. Start with 'Watashi Dake Yuurei'—it's a trip, but every track is a masterpiece in its own right."

She leaned in closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. "And Kikuri Hiroi, the lead singer? Her performances are... let's just say, they're legendary. She might get a little chaotic on stage, especially after a few drinks, but that's what makes it all so thrilling. It's raw, it's real, and it's SICK HACK at their finest."

Nijika laughed along, nodding in approval. "Ryo has been talking about SICK HACK for ages, and she's not exaggerating—they're definitely one of a kind. Kikuri Hiroi's performances are... they're an experience for sure. You won't forget them in a hurry. Their music is as unique as their live shows!"

"SICK HACK, huh? That's quite the name, and Hiroi's stage antics sound... lively," Thomas mused, tilting his head. "Psychedelic rock has always been a genre that fascinates me, though my knowledge is mostly rooted in the classics. Jimi Hendrix and The Doors were pioneers in their time around the mid 1960s. Hendrix is definitely a person who is gifted at guitar and an incredible live performer. After all, not many people have seen someone play guitar with their teeth, behind their heads, or let alone setting it on fire."

He went on, his voice showing respect and admiration. "And The Doors were a unique blend of rock, blues, jazz, and poetry. They were intoxicating, provocative, and uncompromising. You could think of 'em like erotic politicians, heh. The way their music sounded helped enhance Jim Morrison's lyrics, making them more like a pageant than just poetry. Morrison was also a wild card on stage as a performer, a shaman, and a poet. He called himself The Lizard King, claiming he could do anything… Not that he could control reptiles, but I interpret it as his desire to go against societal norms and embrace a free-spirited, rebellious lifestyle. He even made an anagram of his name, 'Mr. Mojo Risin',' which could be seen as a way of expressing his artistic identity and creativity, as well as his sexual energy and charisma. His most powerful piece, an eleven-and-a-half minute mind massage called 'The End,' becomes a mighty myth of catharsis… And this was from their debut album!" Thomas conveniently left out the part that the song also involves an Oedipal spoken word section, though it could be argued Morrison was challenging what society has conditioned you to, and embrace that which was inherently you.

Thomas then sighed, a shadow crossing his features. "Both Hendrix and Morrison made a lasting impact on the genre and influenced many artists after them. They were legends, in every sense of the word. It's tragic how they both joined the '27 Club.' So much talent lost at such a young age."

Ryo and Nijika listened intently, their expressions a mix of interest and somber reflection. While they might not be deeply familiar with these icons, the influence of Western music had reached them, and they recognized the significance of Thomas's words.

Ryo's expression shifted to one of genuine curiosity. "Jimi Hendrix and The Doors, you say? I've come across their names, but never really explored their work," she admitted, her tone reflective. "My focus has been more on the modern wave of Japanese rock, like SICK HACK's psychedelia. But hearing about the legends who laid the groundwork for the genre is fascinating. The way you describe Jimi Hendrix's performances—lighting his guitar on fire, no less—makes me want to witness it myself."

She nodded, also expressing keen interest about The Doors' vocalist. "And Jim Morrison... The Lizard King? Mr. Mojo Risin'? A shaman on stage? He sounds like quite the character. Poetic, defiant, and wild. I dig that. He had his own style, and he didn't care what others thought. I've heard the classic 'Riders on the Storm,' but 'The End' certainly does sound like an epic piece of poetry if it's almost twelve minutes long! It's tragic that he joined the '27 Club' with Hendrix. They were gone too soon."

Nijika raised her eyebrows as she thought about the two people. "Wow, I've only ever heard snippets about Jimi Hendrix and The Doors, but now I'm intrigued! Maybe Ryo and I should dive into their music together—get to the heart of psychedelic rock's origins!" She said excitedly, her expression thoughtful. "And Jim Morrison, he was a poet as well as a singer, huh? I'm not very familiar with poetry, but I'd be interested to hear how he used his words to create his vision. It sounds like he had a lot to say to the world."

Despite the somber turn of the conversation, Nijika's optimism shone through. "The '27 Club' is a scary thing, isn't it? It shows the heavy price of fame and the personal struggles many musicians endure." She smiled, conveying her admiration. "But their music lives on, and so does their legacy. They've touched so many people with their art, and that's something to celebrate."

Thomas leaned forward earnestly as he shared his thoughts. "Yeah, it's a tough reality... Going back to Breaking Benjamin, their frontman Benjamin Burnley has had his share of struggles. He's a recovering alcoholic who's been sober for over 15 years as of now. Dear Agony, their fourth album, was the first one he made completely sober. The MRI scan on the cover is not just a cool design; it's a symbol of his past and his recovery. He suffers from a rare illness caused by his drinking, and doctors legitimately couldn't diagnose the problem for years. He was suicidal as a young adult, and he drank to escape his pain. Yes, he wanted to become an alcoholic, thinking it would be an easy way to end his life as you'd be drunk the whole time—you're not really thinking about it—all you have to do is drink, drink, drink... But he turned his life around, and now he's a better person and a father to his son, Ben Jr. It's awesome to see how far he's come."

Ryo nodded, her voice sincere and respectful. "That's quite the story, Thomas. I'm glad Burnley-san overcame his demons and found happiness in his life. He sounds like a cool guy and a talented musician. I can see why you like his music."

Thomas shared more of his thoughts about Benjamin. "I truly see Benjamin as a hero of faith. Not only did he teach himself how to play guitar, following his dream, he also channeled his phobias into his music; which was the album I mentioned after my singing moment earlier, Phobia. And then he would overcome his alcohol addiction. His music is inspiring and holds much emotion." He reaffirmed his reasons for looking up to Ben Burnely as a musician and an individual.

Ryo paused as she took all this in, her gaze drifting off as she mulled over the parallels between the lives of musicians and their craft. She turned to Nijika, grimacing slightly while her voice was laced with a hint of concern and introspection. "You know, Nijika, I sometimes wonder about Kikuri Hiroi and her drinking. Is she really having fun, or is she running away from something? Does she love her music, or is she using it as a distraction? Does she have a good relationship with her friends, or is she pushing them away?" She sighed after her short ramble, her eyes looking downcast. "I don't want to see her end up like those '27 Club' members. She's too talented and too young to throw her life away…"

Nijika's eyes softened, reflecting her empathy. "It's a tough spot, for sure. The thrill of the performance, the cheers—it's addictive. But at what price?" she said softly, shaking her head before she smiled reassuringly. "I hope she realizes that her health and well-being are worth more than any applause before it becomes too much for her."

Thomas's voice was gentle, yet firm, as he chimed in with his perspective. "You've both got a point. It's one thing to enjoy the show, to be moved by the music, but we've got to keep in mind that these artists are possibly struggling with their own battles. It's not only about the here and now; it's about their future too. We should be rooting for them to thrive, not just survive…" He then shrugged, sounding more casual and friendly. "And hey, I'm not trying to sound like 'Mr. Moral Man' here and say alcohol is the devil, but moderation's key, right? I don't know the full story with Hiroi, but I hope she's not drowning her sorrows to the point of no return. It's a slippery slope, and I'd hate to see another talent lost to their demons."

It was a somber mood currently with Thomas having mentioned Benjamin Burnley's recovery from alcoholism, and then Ryo thinking about Kikuri Hiroi of SICK HACK being a drinker... This was meant to be a more comfortable lunch break between the three students.

Thomas sensed the need for a more lighthearted conversation to bring a touch of warmth back to the lunchtime gathering. With a smile, he turned to Ryo and Nijika, remembering that he had mentioned being in a band of his own.

"You know, all this talk about music has got me wondering: Ryo, Nijika, do either of you play any instruments or are you in a band?" Thomas asked, sounding genuinely curious.

Ryo's face broke into a grin, her enthusiasm contagious. "Oh, absolutely! Nijika and I are part of Kessoku Band. It's a play on words—means 'unity,' kinda like how cable ties bring things together. I'm the bassist, laying down the groove. We've got two other awesome members, Bocchi on guitar and Kita on vocals. They're from another school, but we all sync up at Starry, the live house managed by Nijika's sister."

Nijika giggled, a twinkle in her eye. "I've gotta admit, I wasn't sold on the name at first, but it's grown on me. And yup, I'm the drummer! It's a blast playing with everyone. Hey, Thomas-kun, why not swing by Starry with us after school? You can see us in action, and who knows, maybe even jam with us!"

Thomas's excitement was undeniable, but a flicker of doubt shadowed his enthusiasm. "I'm stoked to join you guys at Starry. It's awesome that we have this musical connection, and I'm all in for a good jam session," he said, his voice steady despite the whirl of thoughts. The idea of being the only boy in an all-girl band briefly crossed his mind, making him wonder if he'd stick out like a sore thumb. Even if he didn't intend to join the band, just hanging out with the girls might be awkward.

He felt a bit out of place, not only because he was American, but also because he was a boy. Maybe he was overthinking things, and maybe the other two members weren't even girls, but he had a strong hunch that they were.

As cool as it is to hang with cute girls, and he definitely didn't have any intention to be rude or inappropriate to them, it just felt odd to him.

He chuckled to himself, shaking off the silly notion. 'What does it matter?' he thought. 'Music doesn't care about gender. It's about the rhythm, the melody, the harmony that binds us.' With a mental shrug, he decided to embrace the opportunity,

Nijika, perceptive to the slight hesitation in Thomas's demeanor, reassured him that their shared love for music go beyond any gender differences.

"Thomas-kun, we're super pumped to have you join us at Starry! Don't worry about being the only boy there. Music is a universal language that brings people together, regardless of gender. What matters most is our shared love for music and the joy we find in creating and performing together. Trust me, the gender dynamic won't hinder the awesome experience we'll have as musicians."

"Yeah, you're right… I just couldn't help but wonder. But since you said that, am I right in guessing that you are an all-girl band? I'm sure it's going to be a blast either way, and I can't wait to see the magic that happens when we all jam together." Thomas's curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't help but ask for confirmation while smiling warmly at Nijika, grateful for her empathy and encouragement.

Nijika nodded with a smile, affirming his guess. "Yup, that's right, Thomas-kun. We're an all-girl band. But don't let that make you feel awkward. You being there is going to spice up our sound!"

Ryo joined in, her tone encouraging. "Exactly; it's about passion and talent. And from what we've seen, you've got plenty of both. So, let's focus on what brings us together—our shared love for rocking out."

Thomas felt a wave of relief and excitement. "Got it, and thanks for being so welcoming. I can't wait to feel the vibe of Kessoku Band firsthand."

Ryo, sensing the positive energy in the air, spoke up with her signature mischievous grin. "That's the spirit, Thomas! We're going to have an incredible time at Starry. And don't worry, we won't go easy on you during the jam session. We'll challenge each other to bring out the best in our music."

Thomas's laughter was bright, his spirit lifted by the friendly banter. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Ryo. I'm ready to bring my A-game and see what we can create together. I'll show you guys the magic that is Breaking Benjamin."

Ryo's cheeks took on a gentle hue, a rare sign of softness amidst her usual cheeky demeanor. "When you sang that snippet of 'Breath' earlier it was... really something, Thomas. Even though the lyrics were in English, the emotion behind them was clear. It's not just about the words; it's the heart you put into it. It's... it's exciting to think about what you'll bring to our practice."

Thomas caught the blush on Ryo's face, and it only added to the warmth of the moment. "Thanks, Ryo. I'm glad the music spoke to you, I'll make sure to give it my all and have a blast together."

Ryo's smile lit up her face as she spoke with eagerness. "I have no doubt about that. And hey, maybe we can even try blending our sounds together. It could be the start of something new for both of us, musically and... well, let's just see where the music takes us, shall we?"

Nijika's eyes gleamed with delight as she watched the exchange between Thomas and Ryo. "You guys are just too cute! I can already tell that today's jam session is going to be epic. Music has this incredible way of bringing people together, and I'm all for it. Let's make some unforgettable memories at Starry!"

Thomas's excitement grew as he realized that his musical tastes and talents could spice up the hangout session after school. He felt a boost of confidence knowing that his voice and passion for Breaking Benjamin had drawn the two girls' attention.

As the three teens finished their meals, the lunch period soon ended, and the trio agreed to meet up after school so they could lead Thomas to Starry. He was grateful for the opportunity to dive into the world of Japanese music, bond with talented musicians like Ryo and Nijika, and create memories that would last a lifetime.

With that, they cleared their desks from their lunches and put the desks back in order to get ready for their afternoon classes.

Class seemed to drag on for Thomas, likely due to the simple fact that he made two friends at this school, and they're both cute girls! Not only that, they're also musicians who even play in a band! How awesome is that?

The bell rang after a few hours, signaling that the schoolday was over and everyone could go home. Thomas packed the essentials in his backpack and slung it over his shoulder.

Ryo approached Thomas, her guitar bag hanging from her back, and she notices his lack of a guitar bag. "So Thomas, I assume you're ready to join me and Nijika at Starry to jam out?" Ryo asked him with a playful smile on her face.

Thomas glanced at her guitar bag and realized he didn't bring his own guitar to school. It just didn't cross his mind since it was the first day. "Yeah. Though... I didn't bring my guitar with me to school, so I'd need to head home first to grab it... Uh, would you want to walk with me or should you just give me the directions to Starry and I'll meet you all there? My house isn't too much of a walk if you don't mind the extra exercise," Thomas responded a bit awkwardly, with this girl he is admittedly infatuated with.

A faint blush colored Ryo's cheeks, barely noticeable but there nonetheless. "I'd be happy to walk with you. It's a nice chance to talk more, and I don't mind the extra steps."

"Awesome, I appreciate the company," Thomas said a bit quickly, his heart skipping a beat while he matched her smile.

As they stepped out into the crisp afternoon air, Nijika caught up with them. Upon hearing that Thomas needed to fetch his guitar, she nodded with a knowing grin.

"Got it! I'll head over to Starry first and prep Bocchi-chan and Kita-chan for Thomas-kun's grand entrance. Though, I might just let it be a surprise," Nijika teased, giving Ryo a sly wink before skipping off ahead.

Thomas felt a gentle ribbing in Nijika's jest and caught Ryo's eye, noticing the faint blush that crept across her cheeks. It was a comforting sight, knowing they shared a quiet understanding amidst their introverted tendencies. Music, after all, was their common language, a bridge that connected their worlds together.

"So, Nijika mentioned that you've been in Kessoku Band for a while now? How did this all come together?" Thomas asked Ryo as they began heading toward his house, wanting to learn what the story is behind the band's formation.

Ryo trailed next to Thomas as she begins explaining. "Nijika was set on improving her drumming and starting a band, so she roped me in as the bassist. We had then recruited a guitar-vocalist, Kita Ikuyo, but she would abruptly quit soon afterward. Though she did come back a bit later, we would find out it was due to her not being able to admit her lack of knowledge in playing guitar at the time."

She continued, talking about the other guitar player. "Nijika then met a girl in a pink tracksuit after noticing her guitar and asked if she could fill in for Kita who ran off at the time. She then brought the girl to Starry and introduced her to me. Despite her nerves, she managed to say her name is Hitori Gotoh. I suggested 'Bocchi' as a nickname—it seemed to fit due to her social anxiety."

"Hmm, I see… 'Hitori' is Japanese for alone/one person, and 'Bocchi' is shorthand for 'hitoribocchi,' which means loneliness... Interesting nickname, but I hope Gotoh wasn't offended by it," Thomas commented with concern in his tone upon hearing about Hitori's anxiety.

"Oh it's fine," Ryo reassured Thomas, inwardly surprised that he was able to figure out the meaning of the nickname. "Hitori was actually rather elated in a way since she's never had a friend before us. She saw the nickname as a rite of passage or just something friends do, you know?"

Her features softened into a gentle smile. "I would also like to add that Bocchi is rather talented at guitar despite her shortcomings. She's an important member of Kessoku Band. So please don't let the nickname mislead you; we care for her deeply as a friend and bandmate."

Thomas listened attentively, understanding the importance of creating a welcoming environment for everyone in the band. He admired Ryo's openness and care for Hitori, or as they affectionately call her, Bocchi.

He could relate to that with his friends in his own band.

"I feel the same way with my friends in my own band too; my buddy Matthew or just Matt, he's often the target of our jokes, but it's all in good fun. We make sure not to be personal; we keep it playful and light. He's cool with it and laughs and jokes along, same as me and the others. Ultimately, as friends, we tease and fuck with each other all the time, all of us laughing together," Thomas shared with Ryo about the banter between his own friends.

"...You know, I am curious about your band and friends too. I know you said you guys are a cover band and tend to play Breaking Benjamin songs, but I'd like to know more about you and your friends, like how you're curious about me." She sounded curious about the dynamics within his own band and friend group.

"I'd love to dive into that, but I think I'll save the story for Starry. It'll be more fun to share it with everyone there," Thomas grinned, his eyes hinting at the tales to come. "But I can tell you this: they're not just bandmates; they're awesome friends. We game online, share laughs, and of course, play music together."

Ryo nodded, understanding Thomas's decision to share more about his band and friends once they reached Starry to avoid repeating himself. She looked forward to hearing his musical journey and the camaraderie he has with his friends.

As they turned the corner, Thomas's home came into view. "We're almost there. Just a little pit stop to get my guitar."

Ryo stopped at the front gate, her cheeks flushed with a soft pink. "I'll hang back here while you go in. No need to rush." Her fingers fidgeted with the straps of her guitar bag.

"Yeah, my mom would likely be a chatterbox if she saw that I not only made a friend on the first day of school, but that friend also happened to be a girl! Nothing wrong with that, but we gotta get to jamming!" Thomas responded with enthusiasm as he bounded up the steps and unlocked the door.

Stepping into the familiar warmth of his home, Thomas was greeted by the playful banter of his parents lounging in the living room.

"Welcome back, Thomas! How was your first day of school? Any new friends? Or should I say… girlfriend?" His mom's voice was teasing, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

Thomas playfully shook his head, a smile spreading across his face. "Damn, I'd have to be quite the smooth operator to land a girlfriend on day one! But I did meet two cool people, maybe two more—turns out they're all girls."

His dad chimed in with a faux-serious tone. "Four girlfriends on the first day? That's my boy!"

"It's not like that… yet!" Thomas and his parents shared a laugh together as he continued. "They're just friends. Though, there's one girl who's… well, let's just say she's intriguing and definitely the cutest girl I've seen—a fellow musician. She's in a band and invited me to their practice spot at a live house."

His mom's expression softened. "That's wonderful, Thomas. It's good to hear you're making connections. Are you off to join them now?"

"Yup-Yup! That's the plan. I'll be heading on out once I fetch my guitar, but I'm not sure when I'll be back. Hopefully, it won't be too late since it's a school night after all," Thomas nodded as he made his way to his room to retrieve his guitar and its case.

Once in his room, Thomas first decided to take the time to swap out of his school uniform into something more comfortable and casual; while the uniform isn't bad to wear, he just might as well swap into a more relaxed and expressive look since he took this pit stop to his house.

He swapped his white shirt and navy slacks for a black t-shirt and black fitted jeans. He layered a red plaid shirt over the t-shirt, rolling up the sleeves and leaving the top buttons undone for a relaxed look. He finished his outfit by lacing up a pair of black sneakers with white soles. Of course, he still had his smartwatch on his right wrist, and now he really felt more like his Division 2 Agent as this is similar to his character's outfit, just without the tactical gear, his beloved St. Elmo's Engine exotic assault rifle, or the Ouroboros submachine gun.

Once Thomas was dressed in his casual attire, he felt more at ease, ready to immerse himself in the music and friendships that awaited him at Starry.

But first, he had to pack up his guitar!

As Thomas delicately nestled his BB-600B Baritone Guitar from ESP Guitars into its protective case, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of connection to his prized possession. The guitar, custom-made for Benjamin Burnley of Breaking Benjamin, held immense significance for him as a huge fan of the band.

The BB-600B is one of ESP's most versatile guitars. It boasted two distinct pickup types: a pair of high-quality magnetic pickups consisting of Seymour Duncan '59 and JB models. Additionally it included a Graph Tech Ghost-Loaded Resomax NV bridge and tailpiece which integrated a piezo pickup for added tonal possibilities.

A single-cutaway Eclipse body style with set-thru construction, the BB-600B is a baritone guitar at 27" scale, allowing for downtuning without sacrificing ideal string tension. The guitar's mahogany body was crowned with a stunning quilted maple top, showcasing a captivating See Thru Black Sunburst Satin finish that exuded a blend of elegance and raw power.

The smooth contours of the instrument were complemented by a slender yet sturdy three-piece maple neck, shaped in a thin U-profile to provide a comfortable playing experience. The custom red pickup covers added a touch of visual flair, while the red fingerboard inlays proudly displayed the Breaking Benjamin logo. The vibrant red LTD logo graced the headstock.

The guitar represented more than just a musical instrument; it embodied his admiration for Breaking Benjamin and their music. It was a symbol of inspiration and a reminder of the power of music to touch hearts and souls.

Gently closing the guitar case, Thomas also took a moment to gaze at his guitar pick—which also has the Breaking Benjamin logo adorned on it. The Celtic Knot design, with its four interlocking B's, fascinated him.

To Thomas, the logo represented protection—a shield against the trials and tribulations of life. A symbol of resilience and the ability to overcome challenges. It spoke of an endless life, a lasting impact that Breaking Benjamin sought to create through their music.

The four interlocking B's displayed the band's unity and interconnectedness. Thomas also recalled their old website, Shallow Bay, and the active presence of the band members on the forums, which extended this sense of unity toward the fans as well.

Overall, Thomas saw the logo as a symbol of protection, endurance, and a timeless legacy. It embodied the strength and inspiration he found in their music.

He tucked his guitar pick safely into his jeans pocket and slung the guitar case over his back. Thomas headed to the living room, eager to go to the live house. His parents looked up from their seats, their faces glowing with affection.

"Have fun at the jam session, Thomas. We're so happy you've made some new friends here in Japan. Maybe we'll get to meet them someday," his mom said supportively.

"Of course, I'll be sure to introduce them to you eventually. But for now, I'm off to jam with the girls at their live house," Thomas smiled at his mom's words.

His dad's facial expression showed a hint of mischief. "A band of girls, huh? Sounds like fun. Just don't get into any trouble with your 'polyamorous' friend," he quipped, referencing the Breaking Benjamin single from Saturate, teasing Thomas about his newfound friendships with girls.

Thomas laughed, appreciating the clever reference and understanding his dad's playful intent.

His dad's expression then softened, his voice earnest. "But on a serious note: music can be a powerful bond, and we're glad you're finding your groove in Japan. Just remember to be respectful and kind to your new friends, whether they're potential girlfriends or not. Friendship is the foundation of any lasting relationship, and we're always here to back you up, no matter what."

Thomas stood at the threshold, a sense of gratitude washing over him. He understood the importance of friendships and the potential for lasting connections. He thought of the bond he shared with his homies and bandmates: "The Pollo Squad" as they call themselves on their Discord server; just having a good time playing games together, shooting the shit while everyone's on different games, and of course, playing music in-person on meetups.

The banter with his parents was a dance he knew well—light steps of humor with the grounding rhythm of their support. They were his biggest fans, always ready with a cheer or a comforting word.

"Thanks, Dad." Thomas smiled, reflecting his playful spirit. "Everybody will be dancing and we'll feeling it right. Everybody will be dancing and be doing it right! Haha, I'm really thankful for you and Mom. You've always got my back. Tonight's going to be awesome, and who knows? Maybe it'll be the start of something special with these new friends."

"That's the spirit, Thomas." His dad gave a warm smile, reflecting pride and love. "If you lose your way tonight, that's how you know the magic's right. Enjoy every moment with those girls, and remember, we're just a phone call away if you need something. But try not to turn night into day, okay?"

"Will do, Dad, and thanks for everything." Thomas hugged his father, feeling a surge of affection and gratitude. "I love you and Mom; I'll see you later." With a final wave, he stepped through the doorway. The cool breeze greeted him as he left the familiar warmth of his home and joined Ryo back outside, who was patiently waiting for him.

"Hey Ryo, sorry for the wait! I'm all ready now," he called out while walking briskly up to her.

Ryo's lips curled into a playful smile as she tilted her head slightly, admiring Thomas's departure from his uniform to something casual. The red plaid shirt contrasted nicely with his dark brown hair and fair skin, and the jeans hugged his legs in a flattering way. She felt a pang of attraction in her chest, but she quickly suppressed it with a teasing yet approving remark. "You took your sweet time, huh? But I gotta admit, that red flannel is a sharp contrast to the school uniform. It's a good look on you."

With a chuckle, Thomas struck an impromptu pose, exuding a cheerful confidence with the wide stance and open arms. As if to emphasize his cheer, he responded with a nonchalant yet spirited flair that matched her lighthearted jest. "Thank you, I figured I'd dress to impress. After all, it's not every day I get to hang out with Kessoku Band's cool bassist."

Ryo let out a soft laugh, the sound genuine and warm. "Well, you've certainly caught my attention, Mr. American Rocker. We're gonna see if your guitar skills are as striking as your fashion sense," she challenged, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

Thomas felt a surge of boldness. "We shall see indeed. And hey, maybe one day you'll ditch the uniform and show me your casual side. I bet you'd rock a blue plaid shirt just as well." The words tumbled out before he could stop them. The image of Ryo in a laid-back outfit lingered in his mind, an enticing thought that he hoped might become reality. Thomas can totally see Ryo wearing a blue plaid shirt and that is just undeniably sexy right there.

Ryo glanced down at her current attire, which was obviously still the school uniform, and then back at Thomas with a playful smirk. "Aw, thanks, Thomas. Your outfit's a sharp contrast to my blue—my skirt and hair, that is. Red and black with that touch of white from your sneakers, it's a classic combo. We do make quite the duo."

"You know what, maybe we should start a fashion trend together." He chuckled along with her as they continued their banter.

Ryo laughed once more, playfully nudging him. She felt a warm sensation in her arm, where his shirt brushed against her skin. She wondered if he felt it too. "Who knows? The world might not be ready for our style prowess yet. But hey, I'm glad you're not afraid to step out of the uniform and embrace your own fashion." She paused, looking into his eyes. She felt a sudden urge to say something more, something deeper. But she hesitated, unsure of his reaction. She decided to keep it light, for now. "Maybe you can teach me a thing or two about American style, huh?"

"Hmm, one day for sure. As I said, I can totally see you wearing a blue plaid shirt. It would go great with your cool and laid-back vibe. And about your style, it's not just the clothes. It's the way you rock that uniform with confidence, like you don't care what anyone thinks. You've got this thing that's all your own… And your hair… It's this deep blue that reminds me of the ocean waves—mysterious and mesmerizing," he complimented, his eyes shining with sincere admiration.

Ryo's cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment, but she maintained her playful demeanor. "Flattery will get you everywhere Thomas. But don't think you can distract me from the fact you rock that shirt like a pro. It suits you—you look like a rockstar on a mission. Just make sure you can back it up with those guitar skills, or I'll have to show you up on the bass," she reciprocated the compliment, and quipped once more about his guitar playing abilities.

"Haha! Thank you, Ryo. Plaid shirts just give me a spark of confidence, I don't know what it is. It just has this 'je ne sais quoi' feeling to it." He shrugged, feeling that the French statement of 'I don't know what' to describe his attachment toward plaid shirts would be adequate.

Ryo leaned in, her gaze fixating on the orange glow of his smartwatch. "And let's not forget that flashy piece of tech on your wrist… It really adds a unique sense of flair to your whole outfit, even when you were in your uniform earlier today," she remarked with curiosity. It was something that's been on her mind the whole day.

Thomas smiled and lifted his arm, showing her the watch more closely. "Oh, yeah, so this is a theme I downloaded from an app that allows me to download various watch faces people make. It's community driven. This one resembles the watches from one of my favorite video games, The Division. I'm effectively cosplaying as my Division Agent from the second game right now, just without my beloved exotic weaponry, hehe. It counts every step I take towards you, displays both my smartphone and watch battery level, and it shows me the rhythm of my heart. Currently it is beating like a drum since I'm close to a stunning and amazing girl like you," Thomas gushed, voice brimming with passion and flirtation.

"Wow, that's quite the feature. I didn't know your watch could do that. It sounds like a very useful tool for tracking your health and fitness. And your crushes," she teased, her voice playful and flirty.

Thomas chortled when she mentioned the part of it tracking his crushes. "So when I meet the other girls in your band, does that mean I'll go into cardiac arrest from how fast my heart will beat?"

Ryo snorted at his playful concern. "Cardiac arrest? I think you'll survive. But just to be safe, I'll keep an eye on you," she said with a wink. "Let's save the drama for the music, shall we?"

As their laughter subsided and the two continued their walk, Ryo found herself stealing glances at Thomas. 'There's something about this American boy that's so... cool,' she thought. 'The way he just gets my humor and throws it right back, it's attractive. He doesn't get all awkward or uptight; he's confident and can laugh at himself. And Nijika's right, that accent, it's different, intriguing.'

She observed him, his easy smile and the relaxed way he carried himself, a stark contrast to the boys she was used to. 'He's got this charm about him, a sort of allure that's hard to ignore. Maybe it's the American thing, or maybe it's just him being him. Either way, I'm drawn to it.'

With a newfound appreciation for the connection they were building, Ryo continued leading the way to Starry, her steps light and eager. Thomas, with the guitar on his back, followed close behind, his presence a comforting and exciting promise of what the night could bring. As they neared the live house, Ryo felt a flutter of anticipation—this was the start of something new, something potentially wonderful.