/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>You're at the lounge, it's become a lonely place. It was too early in the day for the regulars to flood in. The only bodies present were the staff. Bae was behind the bar, taking stock of the alcohol.
>You're at the front table, dressed in the most expensive suit you had. You were judging the new talent..
>"A-Anon-san. I'm ready." She wore a flowing evening dress, it perfectly contorted to her impressive bust, accentuating her cleavage. It had a single slit that exposed her smooth and milky legs. The dress sparkled a cerulean blue, like the shores around Ibiza.
>She dressed good, excellent eye candy, but could she sing?
>"You can go ahead Miss Kronii." She nods nervously, and takes a seat behind the grand piano. This would be her first official gig, your boss gave you flak for entertaining such an obvious amateur, yet you felt something in your bones that you had found a diamond in the rough.
>She starts her slender fingers hovering over the piano keys.
>"I've seen the world, done it all-" She stops, her voice wavers and her rhythm is off.
>She laughs nervously and stops awkwardly.
>"U-Uh sorry...c-can...I'll do over." You raise a fist up.
>You slouch forward.
>"Miss Kronii, you're about to sing to a crowd numbering around 200 people." You lay it on her thick.
>"You'll need to iron out the kicks in your voice." Her eyes widen at the mention of numbers, her arms start shivering with the jitters.
>You get off your seat, climbing unto the stage. You place her hands softly on her shoulders. She had big strong hands that've broken to many faces, she was surprised by how soft they could be.
>You stare deeply into her eyes, blue and pale like ice and beautiful death.
>"I'll be sitting there." You point at the table you were just sitting at.
>"You're new to this. So just focus on that table and only that table. I'm the one who picked you, I wouldn't let you be on this stage if I didn't think you had potential." You give your talk in a serious and professional manner.
>You stares at you and sees is taken back by your sincerity. She slaps her cheeks and shakes her head. Taking a deep breath.
>You return to the seat, you gesture at the bar for Bae to serve you some tequila.
>Kronie starts again.
>"I've seen the world, done it all" The piano starts playing, her melodious voice in harmony with the strings.
>You stare at her, your hand on your mouth.
>It was a love song, it was a death song.
>"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?" So sad, so loud and yet so soft. You considered yourself a hard motherfucker, a straight edge wise guy. You were gonna tear up a bit.
>"Dear Lord, when I get to heaven, please let me bring my man" She's staring at you, she's taken your advice to heart. She's ignoring everything for your sake. Your heart skips a beat.
>The song reaches it's climax, the band start chiming in to give the crescendo some weight.
>"Will you still love me when I'm not young and beautiful?" What was this feeling? Why did it feel so nice and yet so awful?
>"Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?" You've killed a shitload of people, you've ruined the lives of a lot of people. Did you even think you had a right to ask for forgiveness?
>"Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?" She finishes, there's a loud applause, Bae behind the bar is clapping wildly. The band too and the club staff.
>Kronii was crying tears of joy, even with this small audience she did it.
>You looked at your shot of tequila.
>The ice had melted, you didn't touch it the entire time she was singing, yet you've never felt so tipsy your entire life.