Two Strings, One Song: Memory Fragments and Parallel Songs

Memory Fragment: Kenjiro Hayasaka (Part 1)

Get a bigger size, girl!

"So... I saw the posters. What's this about?" The girl asks playfully,

"I'm... Forming a band. Why do you wanna know?" I ask, looking away from her.

This is it. She'll tell her friends how much of a loser I am and have the school make fun of me.

The girl then smirks and gently slaps my cheek.

"Hey, shy guy. You can look. Just don't touch."

I sigh and look back at the girl.

"Why do you think I'd want to touch a woman disrespectfully?"

"Haha, hey, I'm just playing around. I wanted to join because I've got a bass at home."

"...Which one?" I ask, leaning forward and getting close to the girl's face.

"Hey, hey, chill it, shy boy. I've got an Ocean Turquoise American Elite Jazz Bass. I take care of it everyday, but I haven't played in years."

I nod my head slowly and put my hands together.

"...Alright, what's your name?"

The gal giggles and puts her hand close to her lips.

"Thought you'd never ask, dude. It's Saki Amano."

I nod my head and noticed how Saki wasn't gonna do a handshake.

"Kenjiro Hayasaka."

Saki hums and closes her eyes, yawning before stretching her arms.

But when Saki stretches, one of the buttons on her shirt pops and is sent flying, hitting my forehead before I can react.

"Ow!" I groaned, falling to the floor.

"Holy sh- Hey, you okay down... There..." Saki looks at her shirt and sees her bra is exposed. She groans and covers them with her hands.

I get up and see Saki's chest, and I quickly look away.

"You need something to cover it up?"

Saki sighs and grabs a hair pin from her hair. It took the shape of a guitar pick, and she used it as a substitute for the broken button.

"Woah, did you..."

"What? I wear it everywhere I go."

"That's... Pretty neat, actually."

"Anyway, we can practice at whoever's place."

"Uh... Alright. I'll tell Daisuke about that."

"Daisuke? You actually befriended that guy?"

"And...?"

Saki stays silent for a moment and nods her head.

"Well you have more of my respect, Kenjiro."

I look surprised, and I smile softly.

A few hours later once school was over, Daisuke decided he would finish his duties early and go with us to his place.

It was around 10 minutes, but we made it to Daisuke's home, and it seems nobody was home.

"Well, the stuff is up in my room. I've got a few amplifiers in my room which I've saved for when I found a band."

Saki and I chuckle awkwardly as we follow Daisuke up to his room.

Daisuke's room was pretty basic, but the corner of his room looked like a recording studio.

"Well, not too shabby." Saki comments with a smile.

"Lemme guess. Your room's pink and girly or something?" I ask saki.