[1/2] Their Tangled Relationship
Tonyamia
[ Takeshi Oizumi's Internal Monologue ] Set's finally over but my fingers are still tingling from the steel strings. I'm just standing here in the spotlight, gripping the maple neck of my Jazz Bass, watching Yui bolt straight for that dude in that loud-as-hell orange plaid shirt. Table by the wall. She wouldn't take her eyes off him all night while she was singing. Man, I know Yui better than anyone — something's seriously off here. It's been ages since I've seen Yui actually walk up to some guy and chat like they're old pals. Back in the day, she'd shut down anyone who tried confessing to her. Come to think of it... I've never seen this weirdo at our club before. Who the hell is this guy?