Rock Study
Chapter One: Celebrating Inuyasha
Chapter One: Celebrating Inuyasha
By Hari
Dedicated to Iridescent Everdream (whatever that guy is up to!)
Disclaimer: I neither know nor own anything or anyone affiliated with the genre of Inuyasha. This is a work of fiction, obviously so, and my own characters are my own. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Broccoli sounded wonderful when I drove home. Broccoli and cheese, French bread, and enough nutritional supplements to put me back in the running for Miss Amino Acid, USA. It had been one long day, and I was readying for one long night.
College for me, Kagome, age nineteen, was anything but easy at times. I was always bright enough, but since I’d decided on an English/Music double major at Berklee – well, I’d tried to bring the GPA up. And keep it there. But my name’s not Jack by a long shot, even with so much work and so little play. I’d heard that Rock Study was coming to our huge campus, and having the opportunity I bought two front row tickets.
Our campus may be huge, relatively impersonal, and anonymous enough to force you to show your ID before each class, but it does get headliners to visit on occasion. Rock Study was internationally famous, and although they were not exactly front-page material for Rolling Stone, they occasionally merited a critical blurb right after Bob Dylan’s latest news.
I was mainly excited because I had recently started watching bootlegged videos from their teenaged garage band years. Home video, but high quality home video, it chronicled The Day the Amp Died, Why Nicorette Inspired Our Greatest Hit, and various other random sequences with equally charismatic titles. An avid listener, I’d managed to kick the case of between-album indifference I tend to develop toward my favorite bands when their latest material has been around for a while. I’d also fallen in love with a skinny, dark teenager named Sammy. He was about five years older than I, according to online information. While he’d been playing bass for awhile, he was interested in taking up the mandolin as well. Cultural roots were a trend in rock bands this year.
I’d get to see Sammy tonight, and maybe hear him say a few words close enough to me that I’d be able to hear his voice – not just the amplification of it after the microphone finished distorting everything. I worked on a sound crew for a few months, and it became sort of a pet preference that I be able to pick up a vocalist’s voice apart from the mic. I knew too much of what went on between the vocal chords and my ears when the sound system got into the mix, so I liked the pure vocal part of live performances sans sound systems.
Tonight, I mused as I stirred a brownish stir-fry of broccoli, I would blow off composers and poets for a bit of fifteen-dollar culture. Students get great breaks on shows.
Preparation to go was hurried. I almost forgot to grab the unauthorized book on Rock Study, in pipe dream hope that I might get an autograph. Locking the door, I felt the tickets in my pocket and grinned. I was very excited about skipping homework and seeing my current favorite band. I felt great for the first time in weeks. Euphoria was finally replacing my long-standing exhaustion!
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“So, you listen to this band?â€
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