( open post: TERASHIMA NOBUO )

[tacuisses]

TERASHIMA NOBUO ✦✦✦✧✧✧✧

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[cryingly]

[tacuisses]

( just to be clear, sitting in a café playing guitar isn't really nobu's thing. but the record store is closed for temporary repairs due to a leaking ceiling, and he needs to make up the money somehow. he'd come here for the coffee a few times before and knew they sometimes had a guy sitting in the corner playing live music; it's not really his style but it's not like nobu doesn't know the classics. he'd asked the manager about it, and here he is. 2,500 yen isn't a lot, but it's something.

… all the same he really, really hopes no one he knows wanders by.

wearing a relatively 'normal' outfit (except for the earrings and hair gel, of course), nobu starts his set with the safest songs he can think of for acoustic guitar — paul mccartney! eric clapton! — but slowly gets bored. no one seems to be paying much attention, so he begins to play around, slipping in a slowed down 'anarchy in the uk,' trying to see how indie-café-soft he can make it go; the result is a little rough, but more inspired. from there, it's all improvisation, and soon he's playing his own songs, BLAST's songs, the acoustic indie instrumental versions, making it up as he goes, his set suddenly becoming practice. not bad at all — yeah, this way's good — maybe he can convince nana to do a soft version on their first cd, and he laughs to himself. he tries to imagine nana crooning away in a café — it's a great mental image, a hilarious one — and his playing picks up, edging out of indie and closer to punk, matching his playing to her imagined song. )