In the next two or three days, Miwa Yoshida did not show up at the club. Instead, she followed the agent and looked for possible opportunities for shining fragments in the cracks.
Shinichi Iwahashi continued to live his life normally.
Since the last "out-of-tune piano incident", the hostesses in the store have never asked him to dance again. Regarding this, he was happy and quiet at first. In the end, he didn't dance because he liked dancing with the hostesses.
, it’s just a way of following the crowd.
But gradually, he began to vaguely feel that something had quietly changed in the atmosphere surrounding him in the club. Not only did the hostesses no longer dance with him, but they also began to show a faint hostility towards him. Together with
The attitude of the waiter's colleagues towards him also became subtle and alienated.
Things like atmosphere are good when you are not aware of them. Once you are aware of it, even just a little bit, the strong discomfort can no longer be ignored.
Iwahashi Shinichi was a little confused and didn't understand what happened. After thinking about it, the only possible source was probably the "out-of-tune piano incident". This was the only thing he had done in the three months since he traveled through time.
Something striking.
However, it was difficult for him to understand that such a small thing could develop into this.
On this day, he went to the club to work again, but Miwa Yoshida, who had not appeared in the club for several days, also came tonight.
We met backstage. Before Iwahashi Shinichi could ask her if her running around these days had any results, Yoshida Miwa spoke first, "Iwahashi-san, are you free after get off work tonight?"
"If you can," she said, "how about having another drink?"
She was obviously not in a high mood. Iwahashi Shinichi stared at her face and said bluntly, "This expression makes it seem like she has nothing good to say to me."
Miwa Yoshida sighed, "Please, at least say a few nice words to me."
Looking at her like this, one can guess that her efforts over the past few days have not yielded good results, and she is 100% disappointed.
"Looking at how full of talk you are, you might miss the last train." Iwahashi Shinichi was worried.
"In that case," Yoshida Miwa said in a self-defeating tone, "just go to the hotel together."
Iwahashi Shinichi's expression looked like he had been hit with a stick, "Stop playing tricks on me."
Seeing his reaction, Miwa Yoshida finally smiled for the first time tonight and said comfortingly: "Don't worry." She didn't know what she was trying to reassure him about.
"Okay then." He agreed.
After work, the two went to the small bar "Bacchus" where they met last time. When Iwahashi Shinichi entered, Yoshida Miwa arrived one step ahead of him and was already drinking alone at the bar.
Iwahashi Shinichi sat down next to her and ordered a whiskey and soda. Before he could say anything, she grabbed him again, "Iwahashi-san, I learned something about you when I went to the club tonight. Recently, you seem to have
Became a public enemy of the club."
It was clear that just now she had pretended to be full of words and was ready to spit it out at him, but in the blink of an eye she was focused on other things.
Women are so fickle.
"Really?" Iwahashi Shinichi's heart moved, thinking of the weird atmosphere surrounding him these days.
It was obvious just now that he acted like a confidant who was always ready to listen to her grievances, but in the blink of an eye he was now paying attention to his own affairs.
The fickleness of men.
…
Human beings are fickle.
Miwa Yoshida said "Hmm", "Didn't Kawamoto-san give you a bonus before?"
"Yes." That night, he also said to Miwa Yoshida, "I just got a bonus, so I can treat myself to a drink."
"I heard from the people in the accompanying band tonight that after Kawamoto-san paid you a bonus, he found a reason to deduct Mitsuko's salary. Although I can't say there must be some connection, but Mitsuko hates you now.
What's more, the waitresses also think it's troublesome to have anything to do with you. The waiters in the store also..."
"You think I'm the kind of person who would step on others to climb up?" Iwahashi Shinichi understood.
"Bingo, that's it." Yoshida Miwa looked at him, "Anyway, because you accidentally heard that there was a problem with the piano's intonation, you have now become a public enemy in the store... and you are not considered a public enemy."
"Um?"
She blinked, "And I trust you. Besides, the people in the accompanying band don't hate you either."
"It's really annoying." Iwahashi Shinichi was dumbfounded by her cold joke, but he was moved by this trust in his heart. After thinking about it, he added: "I think it made Kawamoto-san dissatisfied."
If Kawamoto hadn't paid him a bonus first, then deducted Mitsuko's salary, making it look like Mitsuko was in trouble because of him, intensifying the conflict, he wouldn't have been pushed to the forefront.
I just don't know why Kawamoto is so dissatisfied with him. Is it because he hates that he didn't tell him about the problem with the piano's intonation at the beginning, but couldn't keep it a secret until the end, or he just simply hates this talent.
But, is it his fault that he has an absolute sense of pitch?
Now that the conflict has been intensified, he may not be able to stay in the club anymore. He carefully followed the crowd in his life, but in the end, just because he showed something different from others, he was squeezed out.
Malice.
Thinking of this, Shinichi Iwahashi felt awkward in his heart, as if he had eaten a fly.
So, he changed the topic, "Let's talk about you again, about the past few days."
Miwa Yoshida was also very cooperative. She put aside the topic just now and went straight to the point as she did when we met here for the first time, "Anyway, you can tell from the expression that I was rejected again this time."
"As for being rejected, I don't know how many times I've been rejected since I was in Hokkaido and then when I came to Tokyo. Things like, 'It's impossible to sell this kind of thing,' there's no need to release a singer with zero sales.'
I've heard similar remarks before, and I shouldn't be so angry, but this time I feel particularly unhappy."
"what happened?"
"First of all, I was dissatisfied with the agent's attitude. After being rejected, he said to me, 'If I can't write popular songs, my creative ability is almost the same as not having any at all.'"
"That's a bit much." Iwahashi Shin nodded.
"What's even more outrageous is yet to come." Yoshida Miwa drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and the manner of drinking fast made Shinichi Iwahashi a little worried that if she knocked him down, "vomiting will make him happy"
That's bad.
"The manager pretended to be well-intentioned, but ended up belittling me." Yoshida Miwa said, "Why, if only Yoshida-san could be more beautiful, and he could debut as an idol first, and now he is dressed up nicely.
In an era when being pretty can sell records, talent is just added value to women... what nonsense!"
Miwa Yoshida was furious, "When I think that I have prepared so seriously for that kind of person, it feels like a waste."
"Relax," Shinichi Iwahashi could only comfort her with the same words, "At least you can see what kind of person he is."
"Yes, so we are done with him, over!" Yoshida Miwa declared categorically, "Even if I sing in the club until I die, I will never listen to these charlatans again."
"The second point is about you, Iwahashi-san." Miwa Yoshida got angry and suddenly became frustrated, "Thank you for working so hard and doing so much for me, but in the end I couldn't let you achieve your results.
Due respect. I’m sorry.”
Such a solemn apology made Iwahashi Shinichi feel a little sad.
Her talent could not be understood by the world, so that she was insulted like this. At the same time, he thought of himself, who had been inexplicably ostracized because of a little difference.
His own loss overlapped with that of Miwa Yoshida.
What Minedao said to him that night when he went to perform with Mimi Club suddenly appeared in his mind, "Selling excellence".
In his heart, there was a door that could not be called a door, maybe just a small window, which was suddenly pushed open a crack.
"Yoshida-san," Shin Iwahashi said in a surprising tone, "If you can trust me, how about I be your manager?"
