given (ギヴン)

The same dream.

Over and over.

Thank you for your patience. The ten-car...

Hey, take a look at this.

Oh, man, what is that?

Isn't it cool?

Over and over.

The rapid express bound for Shinjuku

is now departing.

Please stay clear of the closing doors. Thank you.

I'm not lonely.

Uenoyama, wanna grab a bite?

Nah, too tired.

Aww... Wanna play some "b," then?

Hmm?

I'm gonna take a nap.

Aw, dude?

Who are you?

Uenoyama. Who're you?

Come on, man.

Use your words!

Say something, you are creeping me the hell out!

And your strings are rusty, that's why one of 'em broke!

Fix it, it's painful to look at!

God, why own a Gibson if you're not even gonna mainta--

Uh! What the...?

This can be fixed?

Huh?

It can be fixed?

Of course it can!

Hey, personal space, dude.

Really?

Can you fix it?

Well, yeah.

Could you fix it now?

Uh, probably not right now.

I don't have my tools.

Oh, stop with the eyes!

Would you quit looking like the whole world just ended

over a broken string?

Now I feel bad,

like I got your hopes up so they could crash back down!

Gimme back my naptime, damn it!

Ahh!

Clap louder, dude, I just did you a favor!

And you owe me for the strings!

Not yet!

You just hold your horses there, newbie.

Hey, I--could you--would you please, please teach me

how to play that thing?

It all began with me playing that chord.

I had no idea at the time that what my fingers

were strumming so hard were his heartstrings.

Uh, I just need to finish tuning it.

Thinking back, I guess that was it.

The moment when everything

started sorta racing forward at full speed.

Hey! What the hell?

Your nasty boxers were mixed in with my stuff,

so your dear sister brought 'em back to you, dumbass.

Have you ever heard of knocking?

So, Ritsuka.

Band practice today?

Huh?

Like I've said, please don't bring

your relationship issues into my band.

Besides, I thought Kaji already dumped you.

He didn't dump me!

Ow, man.

What the hell, Yayoi.

I started playing guitar in sixth grade.

My dad gave me an old guitar he wasn't using anymore.

Obviously, I knew I wasn't going to be like Thom Yorke

or Keith Richards overnight.

Heh, you suck.

I never could handle things

not going exactly the way I wanted them to,

so I sort of fixated on music.

And somewhere around the time I started high school.

I was finally able to play guitar the way I wanted to.

But after a little while...

...it felt like the more I sharpened my skills...

...the more my old excitement just seemed to fade.

Now that I think about it,

I almost cried when I first broke a string,

I thought I'd ruined my guitar.

We meet again, Guy I'm Tentatively Calling

"Teach-Me-Guitar-Dude."

I'm not doing it.

I'm not doing it, son!

Hey.

And I will defend my napping spot to the death!

Oh, you're here.

I wanted to thank you for your help.

Uh... Sure.

Oh, and... for the strings.

Uenoyama?

Huh?

Would you please teach me how to play the guitar?

Seriously?

Man, I don't need your money.

Oh. 'Kay then.

Take this.

Dude.

Ok, look.

You can try to win me over with money or bread,

but I've never taught anyone how to play guitar.

Just look up how to play.

Or, y'know, you could join the light music club.

Try to form a band with their members.

A band?

Oh, come on!

What is your deal?

You carry a guitar, and you never heard of a band?

No, wait, hold on.

Hey, man. Now don't get all depre--

Look, I didn't say it was a bad thing.

Hmm?

It isn't?

Uenoyama?

What do you want?

Teach me.

Teach me to play guitar.

Dude.

Stop following me.

I told you, ask someone else to teach you guitar.

Hey.

Please, Uenoyama?

Right, so... Who is this?

Oh my God, I picked up a stray puppy!

I'm sorry, what?

I tried to shake him, but this kid is glue!

Yeah, I still have no idea what you're talking about.

And, hey, why don't you introduce yourself to Kaji?!

I know, he looks all scary and intense and whatever,

but he's actually cool!

Heya, sorry I'm late.

Whoa, who's this?

Yo! Our bassist, Haruki.

Bassist?

What is happening?

I dunno. Uenoyama just brought him.

Go on.

Umm. It's nice to meet you.

I'm Mafuyu Sato.

I came to watch you play.

Play?

Watch us?

Cool, you know, whatever.

Guess we'll show you our stuff.

Wait, what're you doing?

No? Why not? What?

He's a total newbie and he doesn't understand shit!

He's probably expecting us all

to be like Rock Gods or something!

Hm...

Mm!

Then the longer we just stand here posing like this