Let's Go Karaoke! (カラオケ行こ！)

All-Japan Junior High Choral Contest

Osaka Prefectural Finals

You're choir leader, where did we screw up?

Was our pitch out?

No, it was my fault.

No way. Your soprano was perfect.

Okay, gather around.

You were great. In my book, you did win.

Don't be discouraged. These things happen.

But third place doesn't get us into the finals.

There's always next year.

We'll graduate by then.

You got in last year.

Yes, but...

Okay, mustn't be late for the bus.

Ms Morimoto, I'll take him home in a cab.

Good. If you wouldn't mind.

C'mon, let's go.

Miss, where's our trophy?

Oh no!

You forgot it?

I'll get it. Go on ahead.

Are you sure?

I know this venue better.

Guide the freshmen to the bus.

You can take this.

Thank you.

Come on.

Let's go karaoke.

Let's Go Karaoke!

Karaoke Paradise

This is me.

I'm Kyoji Narita, or "Crazy Kid."

You're a Yakuza gangster?

On the dark side.

Like an underground business.

I was really impressed with your choir.

The best I've ever seen.

You're their lead singer, the best of the best.

Listen up.

I want you to teach me how to sing.

You must have some tips to make me better.

Let me explain my situation.

But it's a terrible story.

The head of our gang, the Godfather...

The Boss is into Karaoke. He loves it.

Every birthday he holds a Karaoke contest.

All the gang sings. No exceptions.

We all take our turn to sing one song.

Sounds like fun for underground businessmen.

No goddamn fun at all!

The worst performer has to get a tattoo.

The Boss does the tattoos himself.

Gangsters are scared to get tattooed?

No, of course not.

But it's more of a hobby for the Boss.

He's not good at it. A real beginner.

It's hand-done, so intense pain, for hours on end.

He doesn't get it. Even when men faint.

Worst of all, his tattoos are so crude.

...They're shit. And it's always something the guy hates.

One of our guys has Hello Kitty phobia.

When he sees Hello Kitty, his heart almost stops, poor guy.

Two years ago, he gave the worst performance.

He got a Hello Kitty tattoo on his hand.

Now he suffers every time he looks at it.

The Boss has a mean streak in him.

Our president, I mean.

Let's call him Boss.

But no talent. He can't draw for shit.

He was trying for a Hello Kitty tattoo.

It looks more like some cat monster.

It's so badly drawn, it doesn't even scare him.

We all said it was great.

Do I laugh now?

So, anyway...

I don't want to be his next guinea pig.

Understand?

Do your best.

- I'm leaving. - No, wait.

Stay, order anything you like. Maybe pancakes?

I can't...

Okay then, just one song.

You listen while I sing.

Kurenai (Crimson)

Prelude 42 seconds

Let's go!

In the crowded street You're standing all alone

The shadow of the days hide your heart

How I try to shout how I try to run

My heart has been gonna die deep red with all of pain

There's no one to cure my pain only without you

Cry in deep red

How was that?

Your honest opinion. You can tell me.

Come on, kid. Spit it out.

Your falsetto was sickening.

Really?

That's all.

- I've got to go. - Wait.

Come on, specifically. What else was wrong?

If you insist...

Don't raise your hands.

My hands?

- Bye. - What about my hands?

C'mon kid. I need more detailed advice.

Choral Contest Gold Award

Choral Contest Bronze Prize

Good morning.

Morning.

When is Ms Kimura back?

Not for a while, she's on maternity leave.

What about our recital? Without her, we have no chance.

What was your score?

- Guess. - 50?

- No. - Really?

- Better? - Over 50.

That's great.

Who's that creep?

Some kind of pervert?

And it's not even raining.

He's crazy.

Oka, check this out.

Isn't that your umbrella?

I don't think so.

It's yours. I recognize the design.

What are you doing here?

Let's go Karaoke.

Follow me.

He's going with him?

Where?

Time to begin.

Let's do it.

We're not friends. So no Karaoke.

Adults don't take kids to Karaoke.

How about I watch your choir practice?

- What? - Maybe pick up some hints.

No practice today.

Really?

Is that right?

Liar.

C'mon, I can't risk the Boss giving me a tattoo.

Please. I'm begging you.

Wait here.

- Don't follow me. - Take it.

I'll be waiting.

Here, now please go.

Thanks, kid.

What is it?

Seven Basics of Singing

That was good.

Well done at the semi-finals.

Two months of daily practice wasn't easy.

From now on, it's 3 days a week. So no skipping practice.

A choir is a team effort, so let's all work for the October finale.

It'll be the last chance for seniors to sing with juniors.

Use what you've learned to do your best. Thank you.

Go ahead.

- Good effort... - Miss!

We came 3rd. Shouldn't we reflect on that?

Reflect? Nothing wrong with third place.

Why didn't we win?

Your technique was perfect and your voices were strong.

The one thing missing was that tiny bit of love.

Never heard of that? In singing, it is essential.

You're a daydream believer.

Me? A daydream believer?

- Ridiculous. - I'll give you love.

I'm home.

Hello dear.

Mom, I need a new umbrella.

That's all very sudden. How come?

This one's too embarrassing.

I thought you liked it.

I had to use it because Dad gave it to me.

Then keep using it.

I'm going shopping tomorrow, come along and I'll buy you one.

I have choir practice.

Isn't the competition over?

It's every day until October.

- Liar. - It's true.

- And the umbrella? - Forget it.

School Film Club

This is scary.

What are they?

Gangsters.

What do gangsters do?

They rob and steal.

Then maybe kill each other.

They're the ultimate assholes.

Just like Yakuza.

Like those guys in Minami Ginza.

You ever been there?

No way. They'd kill me.

Hey, Satomi.

This is a miracle encounter.

So this is your route to school?

I was praying you'd come, and you did.

How lucky are you?

That's my talent. I'm an expert at finding Satomi.