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FALLING ROSES.

for-hope·.

When he was in elementary school, all the students had been forced to participate in music lessons and choir. If anyone in his class had been talented, truly talented, he might not have minded so much, being there to support them and make their talent shine all the brighter in comparison to the worthless trash around them. But no one had. And worst of all, the choir teacher tried to claim that he, of all people, had a beautiful voice. Sure, it may have been better than some of the particularly tone deaf average kids this woman was used to working with, but that was just arguing about which kind of mud was the cleanest. It was all just worthless, meaningless noise. That they would compliment him on his voice was offensive to real musicians. To real talent. Ah, he should have apologized to Mioda-san and Maizono-san for even having agreed to stand on that stage in elementary school. What a disgrace, to have worthless trash like him, like all those untalented masses, pretending at their talent.

This may be a strange city with strange creatures, but this much was still truth. There were those with talent, and those without. But, he supposed, no musical instrument store could make its profit catering to the truth of the world. Besides, the untalented people buying and abusing and breaking instruments, built the foundation for true craftsmen and musicians by sheer volume and by obvious contrast.

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Still, watching the store manager help a father buy a guitar for his son, both of them completely without talent in any way, dull and lifeless to Komaeda’s eyes, he couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh. “It’s almost cruel, really,” he said to no one in particular, “that kid won’t become talented with just practice and encouragement.”

                    One of his habits was to check the music and instrument stores everyday, his anxiety sparked up– all because he didn’t have his beloved guitar, red tomahawk, with him. He feared the idea of his important instrument being sold away to someone that isn’t him !! Someone playing her without the proper treatment just felt unfair.  ( Although that will never be the case, but leave him be !! He’s a five year old at heart. )  A small hedgehog finds himself lost in the aisles in between different guitar parts, looking for his own one everywhere.

                   He eyes the two others, watching the son get overexcited like he just saw fireworks go off during a summer festival. This reminds him… If only his father was like that, he would’ve loved that. But his old man was anything but supportive of Crow’s ambitions, he only broke them down piece by piece– even forcing him to make it to the top charts of MIDICITY in less than a year or else he’ll quit his band and the life he worked so hard for. This hedgehog hated anyone who crushed anyone’s dreams for the future. No future is set in stone, is what he always believed and was told by his more fatherly like figure, “Rom.”

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                   His ears however catch something that would’ve shattered his young heart, had he been younger. That kid won’t become talented with just practice and encouragement. He grits his teeth, turning around. To his surprise, it was only some rando with seemingly no intention to even dare touch any random instrument in this store. This weirdo..!   “  Tch– ! And who are ya to judge someone’s hopes and dreams, huh !?  ”   He was getting riled up, feeling his anger spark up each second. His scarlet eyes almost glowing up in anger as he points his finger at the stranger and screams   “  What do ya know about talent, dumbass ??  You look like you could only bang pots and pans together and call that music.  ”   And screaming became increasingly words– his words louder and louder, catching the attention of the other citizens and store clerks.

                   “  Do ya have any idea how hard it is to climb up to talent and all !? ”   His passion for music was quite something to rival against, his love for his cattle and his band were like a spark igniting into a flame. Even if he sounded ever so aggressive, his only intentions meant only good. Defending anyone in the industry was not a surprise, he’ll only start biting back at them after they become a threat to his beloved high placed charts.   “  Why don’t ya try to do this shit yourself, cloud hair. See where your “talent” puts ya on.  ”

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