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I'm sitting on the couch with my guitar in the small apartment I call home. Fiddling with the strings trying to make a melody out of nothing. The room filled with the sound of the same cords repeating. Nothing sounds right. Nothing feels right. No matter the combination of strings. Taking a pause and staring at the wall by the window. The sound of the house phone rings. I look at it. That thing never rings. Red Flag alert.
Unless… Dad is the only one that has the number. He has my number though so I don't understand why he would be calling. Against all better judgement I picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Momoko?"
"Yes?"
"I gotta talk to you! I know everything!"
"Oh really? What do you mean? Don't you think you should go tell that to someone who cares?"
"No! I mean I know where you work,Kaoru-! Or should I say Buttercup?"
"Ah shit." I mutter.
"Come over to the new ice cream place on 29th and Holland."
"And I don't?"
"I'll tell dad."
"Psh and?"
"He'll get you fired!"
"I'm 18 nearly 19 he can't get me fired. I'm old enough to work."
"I'll make Miyako work there."
"Would Miyako actually work at any place?"
"N-no but I can convince her. I'll meet you at the new ice cream place on 29th and Holland and if I'm not there in the next ten minutes you can leave."
"Fine." I stand up and stretch and walk to the place.
I order a small Oreo ice cream and wait for Momoko to walk through the door.
She walks through the door and spots me and comes to sit across from me.
"Talk," I order.
"Okay so there is this new band competition and Betsy and I want to join," she said plainly.
"Then join." I say lifting my brow at her sitting back into my chair.
"Well, you see, we would but the minimum number of band members is 3… You know that Miyako and I can't write songs to save our lives! We can play instruments just fine but I couldn't do anything to make music the way you do. I've tried," she strains out.
"So you're telling me that you want me to join some band with you and compose the music because you can't do it?"
"Yes."
"... Sounds great where do I sign up!"
"Oh my God! Really?" She yelled in excitement.
"Of course not, dumbass. I have a job and an apartment. I can't leave because my ditzy little sisters want me to join their band and write songs for them."
"I'll make Miyako join you at work."
"Then do it." I said licking my ice cream. "I doubt that they'll even give her an interview."
"...What?" she shrank back to her seat.
"Do it. Make her work. That's even if they accept her. I bet she will love it."
"Please. Just try out with us!"
"Why? There is nothing, there is nothing in it for me." Looking at her with tired eyes.
"Sister bonding time?" She said with a tone of hopefulness in her voice.
"I'll have a life time of that, I'm still young. I'm good."
"I'll convince dad to sign you out of your lease."
"Do you even understand how that works?" I chuckle.
"Not in great detail but I can figure it out."
I slapped my face. Dumbass. "Dad would have to pay 3,000 to get me out of my lease."
"So? Dad is a scientist, he has that kind of money."
"Yep he does but you don't. He would make you pay him back."
"No he wouldn't."
"Oh but you see he made me pay him for letting me borrow the lease money." She shrunk further, if that was even possible. "Face it you don't have anything on me."
"Please! If we're good enough we can earn money every bit of money we earn- you get to pay your rent."
"Oh so tempting. I would need you to make sure you could pay me in advance for my apartment. You also better be able to listen to me for a change! You can not try to micro manage me. If you do I can and will drop whenever I want. Do. You. Understand?"
She looks at me, "I don't micromanage!"
"Do you want me to join or not?"
"…Whatever you say goes," she spits out.
"Mhm. But if I don't like it we have to drop out," challenging her to say something back.
After huffing and muttering things I couldn't hear she stopped making her noises and said, "You have a deal."
"Good, when there are tryouts?"
"In 2 weeks."
"See you then." I walked away.
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