Tokyo: Being coveted by my wife, I just want to play games

Chapter 66 The word profit
  Learning music is not cheap, but if you learn music well, you will make more money.

Even for a little-known band, the appearance fee for a band like this is about 10,000 yen, but not everyone can make this money.

To describe it simply, it is actually somewhat similar to a decoration company. It is true that each order makes a lot of money, but there are not orders every day. If you want to get orders, you must not only have excellent abilities, but also need fame and connections.

It's just that compared to fame, connections are obviously more important than fame. In other words, for small bands who perform on the spot, fame itself is to gain more connections, thereby getting more performance opportunities and making more money.

"Risa is so awesome. She was able to get a commercial performance deal for Heavy Gunner at this time. The money earned from this one is almost as much as the two previous ones we did at Night Club!"

"That's for sure. I heard that her father seems to be in a big business. There are luxury cars to and from school. Moreover, her mother is a teacher at Dongyi University and her grandmother is a professor in the music department. She is not an academic at all. That's too much. Otherwise, why would you think that a high school student could ask a powerful senior musician like Mr. Kawahara to help us write songs? Hey, it really feels like a dream that we can meet him. This kind of [rich transfer student] is only found in anime, we will be prosperous in the future!"

At the back door of the hotel, a hot girl wearing a JK uniform and dyed yellow hair squatted on the ground smoking, with ambition written on her face!
  Being able to make money, a little girl next to him who looked more docile also became excited, but soon, she lowered her head in embarrassment, "That's what I said, but... I seemed to have seen Xiaokui just now. She must be feeling very uncomfortable now, today is her eighteenth birthday."

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As soon as these words came out, the yellow-haired hot girl fell silent. Not only her, but also several other members of the Qingyin Club who were arranging their instruments and preparing to leave were also silent.

After a while, the yellow-haired hot girl stamped out the cigarette butt, frowned and shook her head, saying painfully: "Yes, Xiaokui is very good to us. If it weren't for her in the past two years, we wouldn't have made so much money, and I might have died too." I gave up music. But Xiaosaki, we are not children anymore!
  What if Xiaokui becomes deaf in the future and we can’t find a successor with Risa’s ability and background? In the past two years, our cultural courses have failed a lot. If we want to rely on the college entrance examination like other people, can we get into any decent university? But if we continue to follow the path of music, you should all know what kind of life those unknown small bands live! "

Playing music is the same as playing football.

The success of one general and the death of thousands of bones sounds very grand, but this is because many people like to put themselves on the strong side when they hear grand narratives. But in fact, most ordinary people with no background are not the "One General" who has made thousands of bones, but the "Ten Thousand Bones" under the feet of the "First General".

With the exception of a small group of people with extraordinary talents, good luck, or great backgrounds, ninety-nine percent of ordinary people can only live in dark basements and eat. Cannon fodder for discounted food.

Silence, all members of the Qingyin Club present were silent.

The yellow-haired hot girl frantically stroked her ponytail, with a ruthless look in her eyes, and glanced at everyone, "I will give Qian Xiaokui to Qian Xiaokui on Monday. Even if it is to do my best for her subsequent surgery, it can be regarded as... for these two people." I ended my career at the end of the year and thanked her for taking me on the path of music. But after that, I dreamed of turning around and moving forward for my own future!"

After the loud declaration, the alley at the back door of the kitchen became even more silent. The club members who had received some kindness from Izumi Himawari lowered their heads, but no one refuted.

Feeling all this, a trace of relief flashed in the eyes of the yellow-haired hot girl Menmei. After all, in order for Risa to join the Qingyin Club without any psychological burden, she asked Izumi Himawari to "My ears are not good, I hope you can lead Qingyin Club". Yinshe went further] on the grounds that he took the initiative to give up his position!
  Once Kosaki and the others have a conflict because of their sympathy for Izumi Himawari, and Risa knows the truth, things will be very troublesome later!

Fortunately.

Mengmei breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes gradually became firm. She picked up her guitar and prepared to go into the restaurant and ask Risa to leave with her, but the moment she opened the door, a familiar voice poured into her ears.

[I once thought that it would be over once and for all] [Because the apricot blossoms bloomed on my birthday]

[If you take a nap in the sunshine from the trees]

[Can it be turned into dust together with the dead insects?]

Xiaokui? !
  A voice so familiar that it’s so familiar!
  Mengmei's pupils shrank suddenly, and she quickly squeezed through the crowd and ran to the side of the stage. Not only her, but all the members of the Qingyin Club came after hearing the news, and when they came to the side of the stage, the scene in front of them made them stunned.

"how come?"

Looking at Himawari Izumi singing in a low voice on the stage, Yumei was stunned. The scene on her birthday in the first year of knowing Himawari Izumi flashed in her mind.

[Why do you want to be in a band instead of being a singer yourself? Because of me, if I didn’t have a trustworthy partner to look after me, I would probably be so nervous on stage that I would be out of tune. 】

The sun was bright that day, and Izumi Himawari's smile was warm, but Mengmei knew that these were not the other party's pioneering words to comfort her as a [motor], but because Izumi Himawari was indeed the kind of person who was in an environment with no acquaintances at all. , the type that is easily nervous.

To describe it simply, it's like some people can laugh easily and comfortably when walking on the street with friends, but when walking alone on the street, they don't even know where to put their hands.

Everyone in Qingyin Society knows this. There was a performance before, but they failed to catch the train. Izumi Himawari went up to the show with a few strangers guitarists and drummers. As a result, because of Izumi Himawari's various out-of-tune and out-of-tune performances, they were all scolded by the boss in the end. Izumi Himawari cried pitifully and shed tears.

From then on, every time they came out for a performance, they would arrive a little early.

"She's not nervous?! No, no, no, she's nervous, but she's trying her best to endure it!"

Hearing the slightest vibrato from the seemingly steady singing voice, and looking at Izumi Himawari's slightly trembling left hand hanging down, Yumei's pupils shrank slightly.

Tension will continue to amplify!
  It's like returning to the room from the toilet in the middle of the night. You are just a little scared at first, but this fear will continue to amplify, and finally you will run back to the room in a panic!

"Her voice is starting to go off-key!"

Mengmei's eyes were complicated when she heard the question in the song.

There was concern for his former partner in his eyes, and there was also a weird chuckle: "Why have you been the most popular wherever I went these past two years? Why should everyone listen to you? Now you are finally going to have a problem?" !

(End of this chapter)