Chapter 1073

"Because there's almost no time left…"

"That's why you didn't even notice your button was about to fall off."

The auntie in the knit cap looked at the irritable woman with disheveled hair and smiled, "Anyway, everyone should rest for a bit first. Let's wait until we've calmed down before we start practicing. I'm going to the recording studio for a short nap; I should feel refreshed after about 10 minutes."

"Seriously, we can only rent the recording studio for another two hours…"

The woman with disheveled hair watched silently as the auntie in the knit cap left the lounge and went upstairs, but she still couldn't help checking the time impatiently.

"Renka, you're just too nervous," the bubbly woman said with a laugh.

"After all, this memorial concert is for Akane, who committed suicide," the ponytail woman said, lifting her fingers and looking distressed, "What should I do about my nails? I didn't bring a nail clipper."

"Why don't you use mine?" The bubbly woman handed over a nail clipper and asked the woman with disheveled hair, "Renka, how about I help you sew that button? I have a sewing kit with me."

"Yuiko, you really do carry everything with you, just like a mom," the ponytail woman said, taking the nail clipper with a smile, "Thanks, I'll go to the restroom to clip them in a bit."

"Ah," the bubbly woman searched her bag for a moment and whispered, "I think I left the sewing kit in the recording studio. Oh well, Renka, give me your jacket. I'll go to the recording studio to sew the button for you, and I'll wake up Ogie while I'm at it."

"I'll just wait and wake Ogie up when I go back."

The woman with disheveled hair realized she had indeed been a bit too impatient, and feeling too embarrassed to lose her temper again, she offered, "Let her sleep for a while. It just so happens I need to go replace the broken string on my guitar later anyway."

"Oh no," the ponytail woman said worriedly, "I wanted to edit the song too. If Ogie is sleeping in the recording studio, it'll be hard to manage. I can't compose without the keyboard…"

"It'll make noise when I change the string and tune it, too. Seriously."

"Alright, there's still time, let's take it slow."

The bubbly woman folded the jacket the woman with disheveled hair had taken off, smiled, and was about to get up to go to the recording studio when she suddenly noticed Akaso Kaze, who was teaching Sera Masumi how to play the bass across the room.

As a fellow bassist, she couldn't help but take another look, and when her gaze swept over Akaso Kaze, who was standing foolishly to the side, her figure froze.

"Lord Akaso?"

The bubbly woman covered her mouth and looked at Akaso Kaze in surprise, recognizing him instantly.

Akaso Kaze had been very much in the spotlight lately, and he had written several famous songs for Okino Yoko and the others, so she had quickly become a fan of his.

If they could get Akaso Kaze to write a song, it would definitely be a massive opportunity for the band.

"Hmm?" Although Akaso Kaze had heard the sound of the women arguing, he hadn't paid much attention until the bubbly woman called out to him, at which point he turned his head.

"It… it really is Lord Akaso!" The other two women also recognized Akaso Kaze. The woman with disheveled hair ran up excitedly and grabbed Akaso Kaze's hands, "I—I actually get to meet you here, am I seeing things?!"

"Huh?"

Akaso Kaze looked at the women, "Who are you?"

The woman with disheveled hair came to her senses, let go of his hands in embarrassment, and remained emotionally stirred, "We're in a band together. I'm the guitarist, Kifune Renka."

The bubbly woman followed up with a light laugh, "I'm the bassist and lead vocalist, Fuekawa Yuiko, and this is our keyboardist, Kogure Rumika. Our leader, who plays the drums, is named Yamaji Ogie. She went upstairs to the recording studio to sleep."

"H—hello, nice to meet you…" The ponytail woman pushed up her glasses, looking a bit reserved.

"I am the Onmyoji, Akaso Kaze."

Akaso Kaze greeted the women politely. He had assumed the woman with disheveled hair who was throwing a tantrum earlier was the leader.

"Are you preparing for a concert?"

"It's just an underground concert," the woman with disheveled hair blushed slightly, "but it's very important to us, so it has to be a success. Um, Lord Akaso, c—could we trouble you to guide us? Sorry, we…"

"I don't mind," Akaso Kaze looked at the stammering woman with disheveled hair and smiled, "but after your concert is over, you have to teach them how to play instruments."

Akaso Kaze pointed at Sonoko and the others who were stunned behind him.