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I Hold Your Voice Alone, Under The Starry Sky-Chapter 2 β Cultural Festival With Eina
Chapter 2 β Cultural Festival With Eina
Part 1
βAny other thoughts?β
The class representative called from in front of the teacherβs desk.
Things like cafe, play, haunted house, and arcade were written on the board. π³π«π¦eπΈπ²πππvπ¦π.ππm
The cultural festival was approaching. Once it came to light that our class may not decide in time, this half-hearted meeting was called right after homeroom.
I was quietly watching over the proceedings. Members of humanities clubs at our school werenβt deeply concerned with the classesβ offerings because they were far busier with those of their club.
Some schools would have offerings from sports clubs, but ours didnβt. Inevitably, the classesβ offerings focused on the sports club members and the going home clubβs. Of course, us humanities clubs would help, but the main focus, and thus the students that were busiest were from those two categories.
βIβll take the final vote from these, raise your hand for the one you want to do most.β
I raised my hand at the cafe, but the class as a whole voted for the play.
βA play, huh?β
βSeems difficult.β
βItβll be fun though.β
βIβll be villager A.β
My classmates began chattering about the play.
βNext then, weβll decide what play weβre doing.β
Normally, something would be used for inspiration, like Cinderella, Snow White, or some fairy tale because it made things rather quick to arrange. The students were amateurs and would struggle to memorise the lines too, so I thought a full play would too difficult.
With my mind occupied with various thoughts, I didnβt open my mouth. I would have a minor role in the end, and everyone chose the best ways they could help.
Howeverβ
βItβd be nice to have an original script.β
At the girlβs suggestion, the classβ focus shifted to an original script. I guess they were all getting excited about the cultural festival because it only happens once a year. But I worried if this would be okay. I thought a completely original script would be difficult. In the first place, what would we do about making the entire story?
But of course, I didnβt say a word. This was an opportunity for everyone to give their opinions, I didnβt want to rain on their parade before we decided anything.
βWhoβll write it though?β
βIβve never written.β
βWe have anyone in the drama club?β
βWe donβt.β
βWhoβll do it thenβ¦β
Whatβs this?
The students were all looking back. I had a feeling they were looking at meβ¦
βThatβs right, weβve got Yagi-kun!β
A girl that had spoken to me maybe three times pointed at me.
βMe? I canβt write you know?β
βWhy, youβre in the literature club right?β
βBeing in the literature club doesnβt mean I can write.β
The class started booing at me and Sakai started cackling in a corner because he knew that I couldnβt write stories.
I glanced at the seat next to me and President Minekawa was glaring at me with a frown. What, even she thought I should be writing it.
βItβs something I canβt do.β
I refused to write it, so we ended the day just having decided to do a play and with the understanding that each of us would think over what kind of story we wanted. It was a rather grim outlook.
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Eina: Good evening, Shuu-san. How are things going?
Shuu: Iβm editing.
Eina: Ah, for the cultural festival edition? You managed to get submissions this time.
Shuu: Itβs the third yearsβ last chance, so they always contribute.
Eina: Huh, Shuu-san, you seem down today.
I was taken aback. My feelings were in the writing? Was that a thing?
Shuu: Thereβs just an annoyance. Itβs nothing big though.
I told her about the class meeting after school.
Eina: They booed you for not writing a script? Thatβs awful!
Shuu: I shouldnβt have given them expectations.
Eina: You didnβt do anything wrong.
Shuu: Thanks. I wonder what we should do. If we go with an original and get ideas from everyone, I donβt think weβll make it in timeβ¦
Writing it itself was hard enough, but the problem was after that. The lines would need to be memorised and rehearsed. Weβd have to make props and costumesβ¦
Eina: Shuu-san, this is just a suggestion, butβ¦
Shuu: What?
Eina: Shall⦠I write⦠the script.
Shuu: β¦Would you?
Eina: Yes, Iβll give it a go!
Shuu: You must be busy though, right?
I said that, but I realised then that I knew nothing about her everyday life.
Eina: Iβm not. I donβt go to cram school and Iβm not in a club. Iβm free every day, so I think writing would be much more useful.
Shuu: Really!? Thatβs great!
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βEveryone listen.β
The next day after school, I stood in front of the teacherβs desk.
βOh, Yagi, decided to write the script?β
One of the boys said to me.
βIβm not, but I know someone who will. Eina, the one that wrote that story for the literature club.β
When I said that, the classroom filled with noise.
βI read that, it was interesting.β
βThe person that wrote that should be able to write us something good, right?β
βOkay then, everyone who approves of having Eina-san write the scriptβ¦β
The class representative took a vote, the majority of the class voting to do so.
βThanks. So, what does everyone want from it? Requirements will make it easier to write, so give me any ideas you have,β I asked.
βI want romance!β
βA happy end!β
βA bit of mystery!β
I took notes of what everyone was saying.
βI wonder what kind of story itβll be!?β
βI hope itβs an interesting one!β
I could tell the class was getting their hopes up. In honesty, so was I.
I would be able to read Einaβs next work. I was looking forward to that on its own, but itβd be made into a play for the class, I couldnβt help but get my hopes up for that.
I guess I am helping the class a lot this year, I thought.
The literature club had more members than me, when they gave me the materials, I could focus on the classβ offerings. The third years were also studying for exams, so all of them would pull together for their classes, it was a mutually beneficial relationship.
And because of that, I had sole discretion over how the literature clubβs preparation was done. The club would need to print the booklet, bind it and place them for distribution. It was okay, I could do the editing at home. I could do the binding after the classwork was done in the clubroom. And if I did my best the day before, I could get the decoration done too.
βShuu, come here,β Sakai whispered into my ear, βIs Eina-san in our class?β
βWhy do you say that?β
βI mean, people wouldnβt write a script for another class, right?β
Sakai puffed up his chest at his insight.
βI wonder about that,β I dodged the question.
With that kind of questioning, you couldnβt answer with a yes or a no. That itself would give him information. A no would at least let him know that she wasnβt in our class.
βKuh, you wonβt fall for it, huh?β
βOf course not.β
Sakai tutted in annoyance.
βYouβre really tight-lipped, Shuu. Too tight-lipped to have your best mate in the newspaper club.β
βItβd be dangerous to be your friend if I was loose-lipped, youβd be able to write about anything.
βI know what I should and shouldnβt write about.β
He was glancing my way, but I had no intention of talking about Eina.
Besides, I didnβt know anything about her to tell him.
Suddenly, my heart twinged. Whatβs this feelingβ¦
Part 2
The next day:
Eina: Shuu-san, how did today go?
Shuu: I did the normal editing stuff. I got the illustrations and cover design from Ruka-senpai so Iβm compiling the data.
Eina: Oh! Do your best!
Shuu: What about you? Howβs the script?
Eina: Iβm drawing up a plan!
Shuu: Okay, letβs both do our best!
Three days later:
Eina: Shuu-san, good work.
Shuu: You too.
Eina: What kind of day did you have?
Shuu: I went to school, then did editing afterwards, same as always. Iβll want to help the class before the cultural festival, so I thought Iβd get the literature clubβs work done now.
Eina: Youβre a hard worker, huh?
Shuu: Iβm not, I only work hard at things I like.
Eina: Thatβs still pretty amazing.
Shuu: Thanks, so whatβs the script like?
Eina: Uhh, itβs getting there.
Shuu: Everyoneβs looking forward to it. So am I. Do your best.
One week later:
Normally, Iβd always be getting messages from Eina, but I hadnβt received any in the last three days. Thatβs why I sent a message myself after school that day.
Shuu: Hi, how are you?
There was no response.
What was wrong, I wondered, usually Iβd get a response immediately.
Maybe she was busy with her own schoolβs festival?
At the thought, my phone buzzed.
Eina: Hi, how did your day go?
Shuu: I finally finished with the data for the booklet. Now I just need to buy paper and print it.
Eina: Thatβs really quick!
Shuu: Yeah, now I should be able to help properly with the class. So, about the scriptβ¦
Eina: Umm, ah, ummβ¦ Iβm doing my best.
Shuu: When do you think youβll be done.
The replies paused again, and the next message was that evening, before I slept.
Eina: I think itβll take a little longer.
Shuu: I seeβ¦
I guess writing a script and a story really were different. Iβd thought that sheβd be able to write a full book in about a week seeing as sheβd written a short story in a single night, but it might be a little difficult.
However, there were only two weeks left until the festival. If we didnβt start making props and costumes soon, we wouldnβt make it. The actors would need to learn the play tooβ¦
Actually, we needed to decide who had what role.
Shuu: Could you send what youβve done so far? If you do we can make props and costumes and decide whoβs playing who.
Eina: What Iβve done so farβ¦ Umm, ummmβ¦ Actuallyβ¦
And then, Eina sent a shocking message.
Eina: I still havenβt written a single word.
βWhat!?β
I shouted in my room.
Not a single word? Why?
No, I donβt have time to find out the reason.
This was serious. I doubted she could write the play within the fortnight remaining, besides, then it would be too late.
My eyes span as my thoughts whirled.
Iβll talk to Ruka-senpai. She might know someone that did a play with their class. If we can borrow the script from them and perform itβ¦ Besides, a script would be prepared by the whole classβ¦
Eina: Shuu-san? Shuu-san?
Another message appeared from Eina and I realised I had left it marked as read without replying.
Shuu: Sorry, Eina. I forgot to reply. Okay, then Iβll tell everyone itβs too much and that itβs too hard to write an entire play in time, Iβll find something else.
Eina: Eh!!
Shuu: Itβs okay, theyβll understand. You were a volunteer in the first place.
Vzzzzt, vzzzzt.
My phone gave two long vibrations.
It was a call from Eina.
γShuu-sanβ¦ Iβll do my best, Iβll do my best, soβ¦γ
βH-heyβ¦β
Eina was crying. Her voice was shaking, she was sniffling, and weeping over and over again.
I was flustered, maybe I shouldnβt have sent the refusal all of a sudden. She might have thought I was angry.
βEina, Iβm not angry at all, you donβt need to worry. We were the ones that pushed this on to you, so if you just go at your own pace, thatβs fine.β
γShuu-san, donβt say thatβ¦ Please, let me write the script!γ
βButβ¦β
γTalking with you is the only thing I live for. I donβt want to break it off, please donβt break it off, Iβll work harderβ¦!γ
I frowned. She was misunderstanding something. It was almost likeβ¦
βEina. I donβt speak with you because you write novels or plays you know?β
γFueeh?γ
βObviously, I think itβs wonderful that you do, but it wouldnβt be an issue if you didnβt. I canβt write after all.β
γYou wonβt be disappointed.γ
βWhy would I? Whether you write or not, youβre yourself, my precious-β
γPrecious?γ
My precious what?
I couldnβt find the right word.
βAnyway, you donβt need to push yourself.β
γThen why do you speak with me?γ
βBecause itβs funβ¦ I guess.β
This time I managed to speak. I truly meant it. It was really fun speaking with Eina. That was why I was sad when I didnβt hear from her for the past three days. At some point, chatting with her had become part of my life.
γShuu-sanβ¦!!γ
Eina sounded like she wanted to yell, and burst into tears on the other end of the phone.
βWhatβs wrong!? Did I say something I shouldnβt!?β
γYou didnβt. Iβm happy. Itβs beenβ¦ so longβ¦ since someone said something like that to meβ¦γ
βSo long?β
γShuu-san, can Iβ¦ break the rules? Can I talkβ¦ about myself?γ
The rules, to avoid knowing as much about Eina as I could. So I couldnβt narrow down who she was.
Butβ¦
βYeah,β I nodded.
I wanted to know about her too.
γI donβt have a mum or dad. I did, but they died.γ
My breath caught in my throat.
γSo now I live with my motherβs sister, with my aunt and uncle, but we donβt get on. Even Onee-chan, my cousin, bullies meβ¦ You remember when I suddenly hung up? That was when she came into my room to yell at me for being noisy.γ
βIs it safe now?β
γYes, Iβve got my head under the covers.γ
I could imagine it, a girl hiding in the covers on the phone.
γI donβtβ¦ have any friends. Iβm cut off and alone at school.γ
ββ¦β
γI like being alone. Having to be with everyone all the time at school is difficult, but when I said that, no one would be my friendβ¦ Itβs sort of painful being alone at school. Mum and dad would have said I didnβt need to force myself to go to school, but my aunt and uncle say I have to, and get angry if I donβt.γ
She likes to daydream.
She was different from the people around her, but at school, little differences could be treated as heretical. You could call it bad luck, no one understood Eina at school.
So thatβs how it was.
She was always alone.
The smartphone creaked in my tightening grip.
I wanted to go right over to her and hug her.
But I couldnβt. There were five years separating us.
But at least I could make her understand.
βIβm on your side. Always and forever.β
γHic! Thank you!γ
She burst into renewed tears.
She really did cry a lot.
But⦠it might be for the best to let her cry. It was fine to cry when you were happy at least, right?
I remembered her saying βWhat if Iβm dead after five years?β
Eina understood. Understood that you never knew when your happiness would be destroyed.
Thatβs why you had to treasure the happiness you had.
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γUmm, Shuu-san?γ
She had stopped crying, and Einaβs voice whispered in my ear.
βYeah?β
γAbout the script.γ
βThatβs right, we were talking about that.β
γCan Iβ¦ write about you?γ
βEh?β
γI think I can write it now. Obviously, I want to just write it as-is, Iβll take my happiness at what you said, and how nice it feels to talkβ¦ and if I use that as my inspiration, I think Iβll be able to write it.γ
βGot it. Iβll tell everyone to wait a little longer.β
βDonβt push yourself, alright? If you have any problems, donβt hesitate to talk to me about them.β
γI wonβt.γ
I couldnβt have seen her face.
But still, I felt like I could see her smile.
Part 3
When I woke up that morning, Iβd gotten a message from Eina.
It was the script.
My entire body flushed with heat.
Shuu: Thanks, now we can start preparing for the play. Sorry for rushing you.
Eina: I just couldnβt stop once I started writing!
Shuu: Eina, you really do have a talent for this.
Oddly, I didnβt feel jealous. I was just happy to be able to read what she had written.
Immediately, I transferred the file to my laptop and printed a copy. Reading something in depth really was better on paper. I put the script in my bag and headed to school, sat in my seat, and immediately began to read.
As they arrived, my classmates and friends gave greetings and struck up conversations, but their voices seemed to come from far away.
The script was interesting.
Perhaps because she was conscious it was a play, it was completely in the fantasy genre. You could call it a fairy tale.
The protagonist was a teenage girl, bullied by her mother and elder sister, with no friends, living in despair. At the hopelessness of her own life, she went to end it.
However, a wounded demon suddenly appeared before her. He had been persecuted by humans, and the kind-hearted girl instinctively treated his wounds.
The demon said that he would grant her wish in thanks, and that she must pass three trials.
The first trial was to go alone to a cave in the mountains and retrieve a treasure chest.
The second was to go to her terrifying motherβs room and steal the key.
And the third, the third was to use the dagger in the treasure chest and offer a sacrifice to the gods.
At that point, the demon offered his own life to grant her wish, saying:
βI am on your side. Always and forever.β
And placing the dagger in her hand. However, the girl refused.
βI canβt think of a life without you. I want to be with you.β
βThen there is no choice.β
Using magic, the demon controlled her hand, and made her stab him in the chest.
The grieving girl thought of using the wish to resurrect the demon. If she did that, she would have the same life as before. No, it might even be worse, but even so⦠the girl resurrected the demon. Upon his resurrection, the demon was transformed into a human.
He was actually a cursed prince, and the girlβs kindness along with the princeβs feelings had caused a miracle, breaking the curse.
The two of them swore to love each other forever, and exchanged a kissβ¦
ββ¦Yagi.β
βYes?β
I raised my head and the English teacher was looking down at me. Iβd not noticed him approach at all.
I could hear the other students laugh, apparently the lesson had started before Iβd noticed.
βItβs good that youβre working for your club, but pay attention to your lessons too.β
βIβm sorry!β
I hurriedly took out my textbook. But, what was I supposed to do?
βPage ninety, translate the second line,β came a voice from my side.
It was the President. She was looking at me in almost a glare, with a frigid expression. I gave a shiver and opened the textbook.
Fortunately, the English wasnβt too hard and I translated it without incident. The teacher moved on to the next student and I returned to Einaβs script. This time with a red pen to correct it.
Finally, I had read over the entire thing at least twice.
βAhem.β
When I raised my head, I met the eyes of the third periodβs maths teacher.
βYagi, are you finished with your side-job? Then answer this question.β
The class dissolved into gales of laughter.
βMan, you really are the type to ignore your surroundings when youβre into something, huh?β
βI am?β I asked in return.
βDonβt you realise it?β Sakai shrugged. βDidnβt you notice everyone greeting you this morning? They were saying stuff like βawesome, the scriptβs here!β or βweβll have to thank Einaβ. And then you just blanked them all.β
βWah, really? Iβll need to apologise laterβ¦β
βItβs okay, everyone knows you were reading the script seriously.β
While we were talking, the class representative appeared in front of the teacherβs desk and the class meeting had begun. The script had arrived so we were genuinely beginning preparations for the play. Iβd printed the script during the lunch break and given everyone a copy.
Today we would be discussing who had what part. That of course referred to the characters, but people would also be assigned to costumes, props, the set, everyone in the class should have something to do. People with nothing to do for a while would probably help with things that werenβt finished, but it was still important to assign responsibilities.
People would put themselves forward and the roles would be decided. The costumes, props, and set were all filled without issue and all the supporting roles had been decided.
I was helping with the set. I wasnβt particularly skilled with that kind of thing, but I figured I could help with the physical work.
All that was left was the lead role and her opposite, the demon prince.
It was probably because the script had a straight up romance between them, so everyone was embarrassed and didnβt want to do it. There was even a kiss scene. Though obviously they wouldnβt do it for real.
Then, I heard a chair move back next to me with a clatter.
The President had stood up straight and then she said.
βIf no one else wants to, Iβll play the lead character.β
The class grew noisy.
βThe President in the lead roleβ¦β
βShe fits perfectly, right?β
βThatβs great!β
It was unanimous. I thought she worked for the protagonist too, her beauty fit the impression of an ephemeral girl perfectly.
βI have a condition,β she followed, before saying something outrageous, βI nominate the literature club for the princeβs role.β
The class began to clamour.
βYagi as her opposite?β
βWhy?β
βDoes he have acting experience?β
Chatter came from all over the room. I realised everyone was looking at me, and I was so surprised I couldnβt say a word.
βHeβs the one that talked with the author, so heβs the one in the class that understands the play the best, and so he should have the princeβs role,β said the President, looking down at me with cold eyes. It almost seemed like she was saying it was my duty.
βIf she puts it like that, why not?β
βWhat sheβs saying makes sense.β
βDo your best, Yagi-kun!β
The class all started to fall in line with her opinion. I couldnβt refuse in that situation, and I could only nod.
Part 4
ββSup, Casanova.β
Sakai slapped me on my back on our way out of the school gates.
ββ¦Lay off.β
Sakai was practically skipping while I trudged along.
βItβs the truth, right? The President nominated you herself, yeah?β
βWhat on Earth was she thinking?β
I said, before letting out a weary sigh.
βExactly what she said, sheβs the type to say everything truthfully.β
βYeah, she always has a fair argument.β
That itself was why I was worried. Fair arguments werenβt always kind to people.
βIf I had to say, Iβd worry about her using you to get at a jealous guy.β
βDonβt exaggerate.β
βIβm not, sheβs the most popular amongst the guys at our school isnβt she?β
βEh, she is?β
I did think she was pretty, but I hadnβt thought she was that popular.
βYou didnβt know? Well, youβre not the type to evaluate the girls I guess,β Sakai gave a sarcastic smile, βSheβs fairly popular just from being the student council President, then thereβs her looks. Itβd be stranger if she wasnβt popular. If we had a beauty contest, sheβd easily take first.β
βSheβs pretty scary though, right?β
βOf course, some of the people like my boss and part of the class that have interacted directly with her say that her candidness is scary, but on the whole I think people look at her enviously.β
I was getting more and more depressed. If I acted too poorly, Iβd be killed sociallyβ¦
βWell, do your best. Iβm cheering for you. Youβve got a thing for her too, right?β
βBugger off.β
I wanted to think that my face heating up was my imagination.
When I got home, I messaged Eina about what had happened today. About how her script was received, and about how Iβd come to have the princeβs roleβ¦
Eina: Youβre the prince! Waaah, that fits perfectly!
I could tell from just the text that she was excited, but I didnβt really get what she meant.
Shuu: Iβm just a normal high schooler though?
Eina: Itβs a perfect fit. I mean, I modelled the prince after you, so having the real person play him makes me really happy.
If Einaβs going that far, Iβll do my best, I thought.
I immediately took out the script and read it aloud. Just reading it wouldnβt let me know if I was doing well or not, so I used my phone to record myself.
Once I finished reading through, I checked the recordingβ¦
βThisβ¦ is awful.β
I was so bad you couldnβt have even called me a ham actor.
βIβll go buy a book on acting.β
I cycled off to a bookstore that was open at that time of night.
After school the next day, we had the initial rehearsal. My study was in vain and my acting was still tragic. Actually, it was about the same level as those in the supporting roles, so it was probably about normal for someone without experience.
But I had a leading role, so this was awful.
βThereβs still time, youβll manage, right?β Sakai said to me, but it was no consolation.
The President was absent, apparently she had to do some work with the cultural festival as a whole. Disappointed, I headed to the literature clubβs room. The end of the day was approaching, but I wanted to do some preparations for the literature club. We planned to have the room open on the day itself and distribute the book, so I had to decorate the room.
However, I couldnβt move my mind from the acting and didnβt get much done.
And then.
βLiterature club.β I started in surprise at suddenly being spoken to.
The President was standing in the doorway.
βSorry, Iβm going home now.β
I apologised reflexively. It was already long past the end of the school day.
βAm I really that scary,β the President sighed. She seemed to be a little down, and I felt slightly guilty.
βNo, I just donβt want to risk losing our room again.β
βI can overlook something like this. I donβt follow the rules to the letter. I know youβve been preparing for both the class and your club.β
βRight.β
I might have misunderstood what kind of person she was.
βHey, literature club. Do you have some time now? If you do, would you rehearse a little with me?β
Part 5
What do I do?
At that moment, I was alone with the President, walking through the twilight. We couldnβt stay in the school, so we were heading to a nearby park.
We didnβt talk much, since she would only say what she had to.
It was supremely uncomfortable.
I glanced at her. As usual, she was frowning. She really was amazing for managing to look beautiful even with that expression.
But would we actually be able to practice in this atmosphere?
A metaphorical life-ring was thrown out to me as we arrived when my phone vibrated with a message from Eina.
Eina: Evening, how are the cultural festival preparations going?
Shuu: Good timing! Are you free now? Can I call?
Eina: You can, but why?
Shuu: Iβm actually about to practice with the President, butβ¦ itβs uncomfortable.
Eina: Uncomfortable? Why?
Shuu: It looks like the President hates me.
Eina: Youβre practising together even though she hates you?
Shuu: Yeah. Iβm not good at acting, and she was busy with the student council. Sheβs not the type to mix personal feelings with business.
Eina: She sounds serious.
Shuu: Yeah, but she canβt hide her bad mood, so could you listen to us practice and give some comments. Itβd be easier than doing it on our own.
Eina: Got it!
βLiterature club, what are you doing?β
βI was talking to the writer, sheβll listen to us practice. Only over the phone though, that okay?β
βIt is. Iβd like to hear an objective opinion too.β
I called Eina and put the phone on speaker mode.
γGood evening. Itβs nice to meet you, President.γ
βItβs nice to meet you too, Eina-san. I suppose that works?β
γYes! I hope we get along!γ
I put my things and phone on a bench and faced the President with the script in hand.
βLetβs go from the top then, first is the girlβs appearanceβ¦β
Suddenly, her expression changed.
βItβs painful, so painful. Maybe it would be easier if I was deadβ¦β
Her expression changed to one of heartbreak. As if she were about to cry, but was desperately holding back the tears.
She was just looking downcast and haltingly saying her lines, but her sadness and pain really were conveyed.
γItβs your turn, Shuu-san.γ
I came back to myself at Einaβs voice from the phone.
βAh, sorry. βYoung lady, might I ask of you a simple favour? Would you lend me your hand? My leg has been injured and I cannot stand.ββ
We finished the scene and the President looked steadily at me.
βI know what you want to say, I think it was awful too.β
γNot at all! It felt very you, I thought it was good!γ
Einaβs kindness actually felt all the more painful.
βWell done. Youβve learnt the lines properly, youβre thinking about the right gestures too. All you need now is to practice and refine the rough edges.β
The President telling me that calmed me down a little.
γYou were amazing though, President.γ
βDo you have acting experience?β I asked, but she shook her head. βAre you a genius then?β
ββ¦Itβs because I practised a lot.β
She looked away.
Did she mean she stayed up all night? She should be awfully busy as the festival approached.
βLetβs go through each scene. Iβll give you an example so use that as a reference too.β
An hour later:
βLetβs take a break,β I suggested, βIβm going to get a drink, do you want anything?β
βA cola,β she murmured in response.
βOkay.β
I left my phone on the bench and walked to a nearby shop. Because it was dinner time, the cashier was crowded and it took longer than I thought to buy the drinks. Once I was done, I ran back to the park.
The President was sat on the bench talking to my phone.
βI know heβs not a bad person. Heβs a hard worker and everything, I just get nervous when we talk.β
Rather than her usual dignified air, the President seemed like a normal girl, which was a new experience for me.
γWell then, Shuu-san. Iβll be going now.γ
βWeβre not going to keep practising?β
γSorry, something urgent came up! Iβm really sorry! Make sure to walk the President home, okay?γ
βEh?β
Wait a minute, go home together? With the President?
Wouldnβt that be really uncomfortable? But Eina had already hung up.
βWhat are we doing, President? Want to keep going?β
βI need to get home too. Iβve got a curfew.β
βGot it.β
βAre you really going to walk me home?β
βWell, it is late.β
ββ¦Thank you,β she muttered.
We walked off, drinking from our cans.
βWhat did you talk about with Eina?β
βSchool and things.β
βI see.β
We both fell into silence.
Damn, this was indeed really uncomfortable.
I didnβt know what to talk about, and as usual, she didnβt seem like she was about to speak to me anytime soon.
Why did Eina say I had to walk her home. Weβre not lovers or anything. The next time we spoke ended up being when we arrived at her house.
βHuh, is thisβ¦β
I couldnβt help but start to ask.
We had arrived at an orphanage. It was a small building that looked like a small school on the face of it.
βAre you surprised?β She asked.
βA little.β
βDonβt make that face.β What kind of face was I making? βI chose this for myself. I had some problems at home. I much prefer this lifestyle. Well, itβd be a lie to say that there wasnβt anything I dislike about it, but itβs much better than it was before.β
βWhat will you do about university?β
βIβm planning on taking the exams for the nearby university. If I pass then I can be exempt from tuition fees because of the household income, I should be able to get a scholarship with my results as well. It has dorms, so I should be able to deal with living costs. Iβll work to make up the difference and do my best until I graduate. It will be hard to pay it back, but I really do want to go to university.β
The President looked at the orphanage building as she spoke. Her face was strong, refined, and above all, beautiful.
I really donβt know anything about her.
βLiterature club, do your best in the festival,β said the President, with a much gentler face than usual.
βOf course.β
βAndβ¦ thank you, for walking me home.β
The President disappeared through the door.
Her last words were nearly soundless.
I smiled, thinking I wanted to know more about her.
Part 6
Night had fallen and I was relaxing in my room after a meal and a bath when a message arrived from Eina.
Eina: Shuu-san, did you know? Fufufuβ¦
Shuu: Know what?
Eina: That the President doesnβt hate you at all?
Shuu: Huh?
Eina: We talked about a lot of things when you went to get the drinks, but it seems that the President treats you harshly because sheβs nervous. Haha, being popular sure is tough!
My face flushed with heat.
Eina: This is a confession event! When youβre going home from the festival or something! Itβs wonderful, isnβt it? Itβs like youβre bound by fate with your co-star.
What is this feelingβ¦
When I was told the President might not actually hate me, and that she might even like me, I was started panicking, confused.
And then I realised. I was panicked that Eina would misunderstand my feelings. Eina thought that I liked the President, and was honestly supporting me in it.
But that seemed too lonely to me.
I was shocked, why did I think that? I hadnβt even seen Einaβs face, and she lived five years in the past, and we couldnβt even meetβ¦
Shuu: I just look up to the President. Sheβs pretty, but I donβt think I exactly like her, so I wonβt confess.
Eina: Eh? I-I seeβ¦ thatβs good.
Shuu: Good?
Eina: Ah, nothing.
We both stopped messaging for a while.
Shuu: Letβs go to sleep.
Eina: Letβs, good night.
Shuu: Night.
7
The next fortnight flew by. That morning, I went to school early and we practised for the play.
I was half asleep through class, and after school, we had another rehearsal. While we rehearsed, our classmates were around the room making costumes and props.
Suddenly, a huge crash sounded along with the noise of breaking glass. The sound team were picking out music and sound effects.
There were even people making spotlights with torches and cellophane.
This kind of scene was happening all throughout the school. The entire place was getting into the swing of the cultural festival.
To use a common saying, they were fulfilling days.
But for some reason, I felt dissatisfied.
I didnβt know why. I had an odd lonely feeling, like a small hole had opened up in my heart.
However, there was so much to do that I didnβt even have the time to think about it. I had to spend any free time I had binding the books for the literature club.
And then it was the day before the festival, Friday.
After school, I figured that the class could do without me for a while and headed to the clubroom to decorate it. It was already completely dark outside but for today only, the teachers wouldnβt say anything if we were here late.
When I arrived, Ruka-senpai was already there.
βGood timing! Shuu-kun, can you get this?β
She was on top of the desk, trying to hang decorations on the blackboard, but she couldnβt quite reach. She was stretching out so far that it looked like she might fall.
βLeave it to me, Senpai.β
I switched places with her on the desk and hung out the decorations.
βWhere are the other two?β
βThey already left. Theyβve got prep school. I wish their prep school would read the mood though.β
βItβs unavoidable, the exams wonβt wait. Will you be okay?β
βHmm, I actually have prep school soon too.β
βThen go. Iβll finish the rest.β
βAre you sure? I can skipβ¦β
βItβs okay, itβs just the decoration left.β
She didnβt look too happy about it, maybe sheβd been hoping I would give her the excuse to skip.
βYeah. Thanks. Oh yeah, Iβll definitely come watch the play tomorrow! Good luck!β
βThank you, but what will we do here then?β
βIβll ask Kobayashi-sensei to cover for us, she is our adviser, so itβs fine! See you!β
Ruka-senpai left with the flopping of her footsteps.
βNow then, letβs finish up quickly.β
The others had mostly finished already, I just had to create the venue.
I put several desks together like a bar, lay a cloth over the top of them and arranged the bound books on top of that.
It wasnβt just the books for the festival, we also put out older books too for anyone interested.
I finished and let out a long breath, looking out of the windows.
The school had already fallen quiet, most of the students had probably gone home.
The sky was pitch-black, with stars dotting it.
I wonder if Eina is looking at the same stars, I thought idly.
The Eina I talked to was the Eina from five years in the past, so she couldnβt be looking at these stars. Butβ¦ what about the current Eina?
Was she, on the same planet, at the same time, looking up at these stars.
I took out my phone. Iβd not had any messages. I was really busy at the moment and couldnβt reply much, so Eina and I hadnβt talked much recently. Sliding my finger over the touchscreen, I called her.
It rang once and she picked up.
γHello, this is Eina.γ
βItβs Shuu.β
γGood evening. Itβs the real thing tomorrow, are you already home?γ
βNo, Iβm still at school.β
γWah, thatβs tough.γ
βWell, Iβm about to go home.β
γIt sounds like a fulfilling school life!γ
Eina was completely right. Recently, my life had been surprisingly fulfilling.
βYeah, it is. Practising for the play and preparing for the literature club is fun, but,β having heard Einaβs voice, I knew why I felt lonely, βIβm sure itβd be more fun if you were here too.β
Eina wasnβt here. I didnβt know her face, her name, or even her age, but I still felt that she should be next to me. I wanted to meet her.
But we couldnβt meet.
Because she lived five years in the pastβ¦
If we were just a long distance apart, we could still meet. I could get the train, or even a plane.
But the interval in time was insurmountable.
γβ¦I would want to meet you if we could,γher clear soprano entered my ears, quiet and lonely, γI wanted to prepare for the cultural festival with you, and to practice the play with you.γ
I thought that maybe Eina felt the same as me, and I quietly held her voice in my heart.
βThank you, Eina.β
γItβs okay.γ
We were silent for a while, utterly wordless. But my heart was at ease, maybe because I knew I was connected to her through my phone.
She wasnβt beside me, but I didnβt feel alone in the slightest.
βSay.β
γUmmβ¦γ we spoke together before falling into silence waiting for the other to continue.
βGo ahead.β
γUhh, When is your birthday?γ
βSaturday next week.β
γEh, itβs that soon!? What do I doβ¦?γ
βWhat do you do?β
γUh, ah, I was talking to myself. Ah, thatβs right, then why donβt we go out together next Saturday?γ
βGo out together?β
I didnβt understand what she meant.
γOf course, we wonβt be able to meet. But if we go to the same place, itβs sort of like weβve gone out together.γ
βAh, letβs do that.β
I checked my watch.
I really did have to head home soon.
βIβm hanging up then, I have to go home.β
γRight.γ
ββ¦β
γβ¦Um, arenβt you hanging up.γ
βI was waiting for you to.β
We both laughed.
γThen on three?γ
βOn three.β
γOne.γ
βTwo.β
γβThree.βγ
Our voices mixed with the electronic tone as we hung up. Even after hanging up, my gaze lingered on my phone for a while.
Part 8
It was the day of the festival. I did some preparations for the club and then headed to the classroom.
The classroom was a tumult of noise as people bustled about doing makeup, preparing costumes, and coordinating lighting equipment.
I searched for the President, wanting to go over things one more time, but I couldnβt find her.
βIs the President still with the student council?β I asked Sakai.
He made an unusually serious face as he answered.
βShe still hasnβt come to school. I asked the student council too, but they havenβt seen her either.β
I made a mixed noise of shock and doubt.
βHasnβt she contacted you?β He asked me.
βNah, I donβt have her numberβ¦β
I slumped.
And then:
βPresident! Youβre a bit late!β
A girl cried out from the door. I looked to see the President slowly entering the room. But she only gave the girl a glance and didnβt answer.
No, she did, her mouth moved.
However, her voice didnβt reach me. I had a bad feeling about this.
βPresident, are you okay?β
βIβm okay.β
She approached and I could faintly hear her voice.
But it wasnβt her usual clear soprano, her voice was hoarse, and if I hadnβt seen her speak, I wouldnβt have known whose voice it was.
Her eyes were swollen and her cheeks were flushed. She obviously had a fever. Even the way she walked looked more like she was being dragged along.
βYouβre obviously not.β
βSorry, I didnβt sleep last night and Iβm tired. It looks like I caught a cold as well,β she confessed.
βYou didnβt sleep, why?β
βI got nervous when I was thinking about the performance today.β
βSo you get nervous tooβ¦β
βDid you think I was a robot or something?β
She frowned in displeasure, puffing out her cheeks,
βNo, just because youβre always so at ease addressing everyone during assemblies and such.β
βThatβs because Iβm always trying my best,β she managed to get out, before breaking into a hacking cough.
What should I do? It didnβt seem like she couldnβt speak, but acting with that voice would be quite difficult.
βWeβll have to use a substitute. Is there anyoneβ¦β the moment I began to speak, the girls all looked away, βOi, this is an emergency.β
βObviously none of us want to,β one of the girls stepped forward as a representative, βone of us stand in for the President? Everyoneβs coming to see her, arenβt they? If one of us went out theyβd go like βwhatβs with this hamβ or something like that, no way.β
βThatβs right! Theyβd shout at us for wasting their time if some other girl came out!β
Sakai added.
Immediately afterwards, he was dragged away by the girls.
βThen weβll have to have you do it, but itβs too tough with that voice.β
βHey, literature club, can you contact Eina-san?β The President asked hoarsely.
βTodayβs a Saturday, so I should be able to.β
βWould you?β
I called Eina, just as she asked.
γHello, Eina here.γ
βEina-san?β
γβ¦Who is it?γ
βItβs the President,β I told her.
γEhh!?γ She let out a confused noise. γWhat happened to your voice!?γ
βI caught a cold. And so, I have a requestβ¦β
γIf I can do anything to help, let me know!γ
The Presidentβs expression seemed to ease as if Einaβs words put her at ease.
And then:
βThank you. Then would you do the voice for the lead role?β
She said with a calm expression.
γEhh?γ
βHuh?β
We said in unison.
βWait a minute, when you say just the voice, you mean have her do it by phone?β
βThatβs what I mean.β
βWonβt she obviously get found out?β
βThatβs fine. What about, the protagonist was injured, and mute, so the demon uses magic so we can hear her?β
γI donβt think it would seem unnatural that wayβ¦γ
If the original author said so, then that would work within the fiction.
βThank you. Then weβll have the narrator say that later.β
γRight, wait, thatβs not the problem! I canβt act!γ
βI told you when we were in the park with literature club, didnβt I? βYou try practising too.ββ
γYou did, but Iβm no good at allβ¦γ
βNo, you can do it. Or more accurately, no one but you can do it. The protagonist is you, right? You donβt need to act, just say the words.β
γButβ¦ I might end up speaking in a monotoneβ¦γ
βThatβs fine. Sheβs lacking in feelings and suffering. I know that you can do it,β the President said, before she started to choke.
βEina, you can hear how she is, will you do it?β
γOkay, Iβll do my best!γ
βAnd weβre ready. Right, you look cool, Yagi-kun.β
The girl in charge of costumes and makeup slapped my shoulder.
ββ¦Thanks.β
βAre you nervous?β
βI seriously am.β
βGeez, use the President as an example.β
I took a sidelong glance at her.
She was already dressed up as a shabby girl and looked ephemeral, as if she might disappear at any moment.
Even dressed up in such torn up clothes, she was still charming.
She was there quietly, with her eyes on the script, going over her last checks.
βEina, itβs almost time, are you ready?β
I spoke to my phone where it had been placed by the sound system.
γI am! Leave it to me!γ
She returned energetically with a voice containing no hint of nervousness.
I canβt be the only one nervous.
I let out a long sigh and straightened myself.
βRight, weβre starting!β Came the class representativeβs yell as the President ran on stage from the wings.
A cheer greeted her onto the stage.
Einaβs line echoed throughout the hall.
γItβs painful, so painful. Maybe it would be easier if I was deadβ¦γ
Even though her voice was going through a sound system, it was still beautiful.
It was a perfectly clear, lovely soprano that was nice on the ears.
And then I headed onto the stage.
The classroom had been remodelled into a hall and was filled to capacity and I was overwhelmed by the greater number of spectators than I had expected.
βYoung lady, might I ask of you a simple favour? Would you lend me your hand? My leg has been injured and I cannot stand.β
I was then on the stage for the rest of the play.
Throughout the first and second trials, the President and I, along with Eina, played our parts⦠with no major mistakes.
And then, finally, it was the third trial.
βI am on your side. Always and forever.β
As I spoke my line, I handed over the dagger prop to the girl, to the President.
The Presidentβs mouth opened.
However, I couldnβt hear Einaβs voice.
Silence fell over the hall.
I glanced into the wings, and our classmates were panicking.
The audience didnβt seem to have realised anything was wrong yet.
Whatβs wrong, Eina? Why arenβt you saying anythingβ¦?
I went to speak but suddenly gave up. I shouldnβt think of Einaβs feelings, I should think of the character on the stageβs feelings.
What would the girl be thinking?
Sheβd be happy wouldnβt she? At feeling his love.
And then it came together. She was so happy she couldnβt get her feelings out.
Soβ¦
βIβ¦ am on your side.β
No sooner had I repeated the line, tears welled from the Presidentβs eyes. Those tears might have been an illusion I was under. It was as if Eina was in front of me, standing with me on the stage.
I felt sorry for the President saying it like that, but I saw the President as Eina.
γI canβt think of a life without you. I want to be with you.γ Eina gave her line in response to mine.
Now we were heading straight for the happy end.
βMan, that was brilliant.β
Once the play had ended, Sakai came bounding in from the wings.
βReally?β
βYeah, the audience were really into it. Also here, the recording.β
Sakai handed over an SD card.
βThanks, youβre a saviour.β
Sakai had recorded the play on his phone. He was a reporter for the newspaper club, so he had to watch it himself, so I had him record it at the same time.
βOh yeah, whyβd you not get Eina-chan to come? It would have been better in person, wouldnβt it?β Sakai asked. He was probably asking such a leading question because he wanted to know who she was.
βWho knows.β
βAs tight-lipped as ever, huh. Youβre not going to let anything slip.β
βOf course not.β
Even if I would, I donβt know anything about her.
βIβm going to the literature club for a while,β I said and left Sakai behind.
I rushed towards the clubroom to shake off the heart-rending loneliness.
On the way, I sent the recording to Eina.
After a while, I got a reply.
Eina: That was amazing, Iβm so impressed! Itβs incredible to see something I wrote on stage! Iβm a bit embarrassed my voice is in there too thoughβ¦
Shuu: Was it not how you imagined?
Eina: It was exactly like I imagined it! No, it was even better! Sinceβ¦
Shuu: Since?
Eina: I saw your face like this.
Thatβs right, this was the first time sheβd seen my face.
Shuu: Did I ruin your impression?
Eina: Not at all! It was sort of⦠exactly like I thought⦠It was just like you!
At that Eina-like comment, I felt my heart warm.
οΌ
It was the last day of the festival.
Our school had an after-festival, limited to current students. They used a stage in the gym, had a volunteer band and a pro-wrestling show in the hall.
I wasnβt the type to go and party, so I was sipping a drink in the corner of the hall, absently watching the festivities. There were many others doing the same, so I didnβt feel alienated.
βLiterature club.β Someone clapped me on the shoulder, it was the President.
βIs this okay, arenβt the student council managing this?β
βItβs not like I do all of the work,β she replied as loudly as she could. The band was booming through the hall, so I felt kind of sorry for her.
I gestured outside with a glance and she nodded. We left the gym and went behind the hall.
The night wind was pleasant.
βIβm really sorry,β the President started as we walked, βI should have paid better attention to my health.β
βDonβt worry about it, you were busy. Besides, you managed to do the play even in that condition, youβre amazing.β
The President had ended up performing twice, the morning before and that afternoon. On the second time, her voice had gotten much better so she had spoken her lines herself.
βI-I amβ¦?β
βYeah. You didnβt bother anyone, and even Eina seemed like she had fun.β
It was unfair to the President, but I was glad to be able to participate in the cultural festival with Eina, and she was happy for it too. It was a lucky break for us. Of course, I wouldnβt say that to the President, I couldnβt tell her that her getting a cold she had to struggle through was a βgoodβ thing, and it would have been rude to her acting too. But I really did want to let her know that she hadnβt caused any trouble.
βThank you for your amazing acting, you really did well,β I said, and she looked away, her face slightly red.
βThat goes from me too. Will you give my thanks to Eina too? Iβll be going now!β
The President ran off as if hiding her face.
She is cute sometimes, I thought.
I didnβt go back into the hall and instead stood in the night wind for a while.