Kazuki puts his head down in thought as he fits his mouthpiece onto his trumpet. He's really thinking about it, something lively, something strong, but... He still hears that intoxicating violin. It always captures his senses. When he came to her, his heart didn't stand a chance.
As the music repeats itself, he waits for just the right opening, and joins in. After hearing it for so long, the melody has sunk into his skin. He couldn't hope to match her passion, but maybe if he did this, he could feel a little bit closer.
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Kazuki puts his head down in thought as he fits his mouthpiece onto his trumpet. He's really thinking about it, something lively, something strong, but... He still hears that intoxicating violin. It always captures his senses. When he came to her, his heart didn't stand a chance.
As the music repeats itself, he waits for just the right opening, and joins in. After hearing it for so long, the melody has sunk into his skin. He couldn't hope to match her passion, but maybe if he did this, he could feel a little bit closer.