Ch.4 Kazoku Forever After: Blocking Talent
I'm at the piano trying to think of a new song Manic and I could perform to celebrate the work of our friends, the freedom fighters. A new idea comes to my mind..I begin to write it down..but then I think..no..nope nope..that's not it. Crumpling the other sheet of paper, I pull out a new one..start writing again..but once again, something just doesn't sound right. Hmm..maybe some motivation would help me. With all my exhaustion, I summon my last resort.. my husband, Manic.
Me: Uggh..this isn't working out!
He steps in his usual red vest and spiky green bangs, takes a seat next to me, smiles, and looks into my eyes.
Manic: What's not working out, Baby?
He's always very caring. He feels me.
Me: Well, I just can't find any sense of emotion in these lyrics, Babe. I mean, it feels like this song has a blank space.
He begins to look concerned. Scratching his head, he tries to think of a way to make this better. And finally he finds it.
Manic: Hey, Mina, have you tried playing