Chapter 1074

In a recording studio near the back of the first floor, the bubbly woman Fuekawa Yuiko opened the door with the jacket she was preparing to sew, and seeing the leader Yamaji Ogie sleeping on the drum kit, she shook her head.

She still had the same old habit of liking to sleep like that.

"Hey, Ogie," the bubbly woman called out as she passed by the drum kit, "Guess who we met? It's the famous Onmyoji, Lord Akaso. He agreed to guide us later… still sleeping?"

Looking helplessly at the motionless leader, the bubbly woman could only go to the side to get the sewing kit first.

Renka and Rumika were still in the lounge teaching those high school girls how to play, and although she didn't know why they needed their help when Akaso Kaze was there, they were certainly happy to build a connection if they could.

She didn't expect Akaso Kaze to actually help them write a song, but as long as he provided some guidance, it would be a huge boon for the band.

As for Akaso Kaze's level of guidance… a musician who could write famous songs was top-tier in their own right, so there was no need to overthink it.

Perhaps they could even get Akaso Kaze to help them edit their songs. Rumika was the one in the band responsible for songwriting, and although her level was decent, she was still far from a famous composer like him.

"Click!" As the bubbly woman was lost in thought, someone suddenly opened the door and came in.

"Lord Akaso?" Turning around to see who it was, the bubbly woman hurriedly stood up with a flushed face, "S—sorry, Ogie is still sleeping…"

"I know. It's still early, no need to be in such a rush."

Akaso Kaze nodded with a smile and looked at the drum kit on his right, and at the auntie in the knit cap sleeping soundly with her face buried in her arms on the high-hat cymbal.

A long stand was set up in front of the drum kit; it was a selfie stick tied to a microphone stand, with a mobile phone fixed to the top.

Perhaps he was being too sensitive, but he always felt this girl band was strange.

A memorial concert, the deceased former band member and lead vocalist Akane…

He had asked a casual question in the underground lounge and learned from the woman with disheveled hair named Renka that it was a traffic accident, but if he remembered correctly, the ponytail woman had previously mentioned "Akane, who committed suicide."

If that was just a bit strange, the fact that the ponytail woman had borrowed a nail clipper but showed no intention of clipping her nails was truly abnormal.

She had clearly said earlier that she wanted to go to the recording studio to edit the song, and even though he, a famous composer, was right there, she had shown no intention of asking for advice.

It was as if she felt the band couldn't continue practicing, so there was no need to clip her nails, and editing the song seemed more like a pretext for something else.

Considering all this, he had originally intended to go to the front desk privately to check the surveillance footage of this recording studio, but he hadn't expected that the entire right half of the monitor screen was black.

Only after coming in did he realize that the surveillance camera was blocked by the mobile phone, and it happened to block the side of the drum kit where the auntie in the knit cap was sleeping, only capturing the bubbly woman sitting inside.

Interesting…

Akaso Kaze's gaze shifted slightly, turning toward the mirrored wall with the curtains drawn on the opposite side.

They had even considered the reflection in the mirror, and the surveillance couldn't capture the drum kit side at all; this was a deliberately created blind spot.

"This," the bubbly woman noticed Akaso Kaze looking at the phone stand and hurriedly explained, "We wanted to record the footage of our performance, so we installed a selfie stick."

Akaso Kaze withdrew his gaze and asked, "Didn't the people at the shop say anything to you?"

The bubbly woman responded, "They warned us at first, but we come here often and don't break the equipment or anything. Today, the guitar string Renka was using broke, and we planned to change it ourselves."

"You come here often?" Akaso Kaze walked to the mirrored wall and pulled back the curtain, asking, "What about here? You're performing today, why did you draw the curtains?"

"Ogie did it. She said she wanted to concentrate during the performance. Anyway, the performance is being recorded on the phone, so we can watch it repeatedly afterward," the bubbly woman explained, then asked in confusion, "Um, is there a problem?"

"Just a bit curious," Akaso Kaze's gaze returned to the selfie stick and the phone, "Is the phone still recording?"

"It was set to record at a specific time, it should be done by now."

The bubbly woman felt a surge of energy. Knowing Akaso Kaze relatively well, she subconsciously became nervous when she saw him like this, feeling as if there was some kind of case.

"Lord Akaso, we…"

"Can you take the phone down and let me see it?" Akaso Kaze asked softly.

"O—of course." The bubbly woman swallowed, took the phone off the selfie stick, unlocked it, and handed it to Akaso Kaze.

It was actually an iPhone from this world.

There were such new phones out now; it seemed his own phone was due for an upgrade.

Akaso Kaze looked at the familiar Apple logo and quickly pulled up the recording inside.

At the beginning, the bubbly woman was adjusting the position of the phone on the stand under the reminders of the others. Once the band members appeared on the phone screen, the auntie in the knit cap said, "That's enough, let's start practicing," and then the bubbly woman, who was the bassist and lead vocalist, stood in front of the others with her bass and began to play.

Thanks to Jiang Xiaohui for the monthly ticket.