That's what I'm trying to show you, if I can just...
[switch, switch, switch...she flips at least three of them, but no lights turn on until she flips a fifth, which results in an extremely dim panel in the ceiling light up in the corner of the room. It's enough to see, but barely. The room is large, open, and empty. A quarter of the room is occupied by a stage that only rises up about two inches off the floor. There's a rusty chair in the corner of the stage, with some more folding chairs scattered on the floor. Abandoned. The walls are painted a dark grey, with a faded mural displaying various motivational quotes from famous artists.]
This is the first place I ever played music for a live audience, all on my own.
[She steps up onto the stage, still holding Minato's hand.]
I found myself in this building. The self that I fell in love with. Not the self that my parents, my sister, or my friends wanted me to be.
I sang, and I played guitar, and they listened. Maybe 25, 30 people... They listened to me, and they smiled. I saw them all smiling at me as I sang. My love for music brought smiles to these people's faces. I felt...whole. Fulfilled. I never wanted to stop singing that night. So I kept singing. I kept that night, that feeling alive in my heart for so long. Every time you saw me smiling, every optimistic thing I ever said, every time I tried to give you advice with my sunny disposition, I was channeling that moment. That feeling.
Song.
[Her grip on Minato's hand tightens a bit, her breath heavy and weighed down by her feelings.]
I thought maybe I would come back here...and find that again.
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[switch, switch, switch...she flips at least three of them, but no lights turn on until she flips a fifth, which results in an extremely dim panel in the ceiling light up in the corner of the room. It's enough to see, but barely. The room is large, open, and empty. A quarter of the room is occupied by a stage that only rises up about two inches off the floor. There's a rusty chair in the corner of the stage, with some more folding chairs scattered on the floor. Abandoned. The walls are painted a dark grey, with a faded mural displaying various motivational quotes from famous artists.]
This is the first place I ever played music for a live audience, all on my own.
[She steps up onto the stage, still holding Minato's hand.]
I found myself in this building. The self that I fell in love with. Not the self that my parents, my sister, or my friends wanted me to be.
I sang, and I played guitar, and they listened. Maybe 25, 30 people...
They listened to me, and they smiled. I saw them all smiling at me as I sang. My love for music brought smiles to these people's faces. I felt...whole. Fulfilled. I never wanted to stop singing that night. So I kept singing. I kept that night, that feeling alive in my heart for so long. Every time you saw me smiling, every optimistic thing I ever said, every time I tried to give you advice with my sunny disposition, I was channeling that moment. That feeling.
Song.
[Her grip on Minato's hand tightens a bit, her breath heavy and weighed down by her feelings.]
I thought maybe I would come back here...and find that again.