Without hesitation, the orchestra members pack their instruments and quickly leaves out of the gymnasium in one large pack, their footsteps being the only sound now. The door closes behind the last person, making Jakuzure the only person left. She takes a quick glance at the door and then at the baton in her hand; it snapped in half from hitting the music stand. Jakuzure closes her eyes and lets out another sigh before dropping the broken baton. She walks up to the stage and props herself up, sitting on the edge.
She takes off her matching hat and puts it next to her, then lays back on the stage, looking up at the massive ceiling of the gym, “What the hell is wrong with me?”
The sound of the forced musical notes starts playing in her head, the picture of strained and tired faces of her band members flash in front of her eyes. Jakuzure lets her mind race for some time, quickly going through different thoughts and ideas. When she gets to one thought in particular, she can feel her anger come back with a mix of other emotions.
“Damn it, why her?! Why her of all people?! Why not me?! I was in your life first anyways! I was always by your side ever since we were kids!”
One of those lines stick in Jakuzure’s mind and replays itself over and over, making her anger wash away into sadness, “Why not me…?”
Satsuki and Jakuzure knew each other since their younger days in elementary school. Jakuzure would often act as Satsuki’s protector even though nothing bad ever occurred, such as bullying or teasing. Best friends ever since that age, the two of them know the bond they have even though they may not always show. However, in their current high school years, Jakuzure is starting to believe that maybe thing are starting to become one-sided.
Jakuzure continues to lay back, her eyes still focused on the ceiling. As she lays there, she can hear the sound of the doors opening and she calls out to whoever has entered, “Practice is over.”
“I came by to see what the hell that noise was.”
Without having to see who I t is, Jakuzure can tell from the voice that Sanageyama walked in. She clears her throat and gathers her composure before continuing, “The monkey decides to show up.” She sits up to get a look at him, “Don’t you have some failed clubs to discipline?”
Sanageyama walks further into the gym and stands just a few feet away from Jakuzure, his hands in his pocket.
“I didn’t have that many to go through today. Everybody’s keeping themselves in check. Besides, I saw your entire crew walking through the courtyard without you.”
Jakuzure waves her hand, casually shrugging off the observation, “I let them go early. I figured they got enough practice today.”
“You drilled them, didn’t you?”
“I only accept perfection out of them.”
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