Haruka didn’t believe me when I told her I thought she had the hands of an angel. But she still seemed to find a small value in my opinion.
“My mom is staying late at the office. Are you going home or
are you coming up?”
“To your room?”
“You said you were my number one fan. Listen to my song.”
I began to alternate my afternoons between painting exercises with Ms. Nakamura and listening to Haruka and April’s band sessions. And let me tell you-
-while Haruka had the hands of an angel, April had the voice. And a stage presence that completely dominated the room.
I was so curious to see how far her talent would take her. Like Haruka, I thought she was destined for stardom but unlike Haruka, April wasn’t afraid to get on stage. And when she did, she always owned the room. I wanted to be in her corner to the very end. And Haruka’s too. But I knew I had my own corner to worry about.
Because I still wanted to be a painter more famous than Leocardo
da Linci.
And a writer more
accomplished than Hernest Simingway.
I knew my come-up story was just beginning. I just didn’t
know that Haruka and April would hold the keys to my fate. As well as another
goddess…
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