The first 131 lines.
I keep having the same dream...
over and over again.
Thank you for waiting.
The ten-car rapid express bound for Shinjuku is now arriving at platform 3.
Hey, look at this.
Oh, man...
Isn't it cool?
Over and over...
Its next stop is Shin-Yurigaoka.
The rapid express bound for Shinjuku is now departing.
Please stay clear of the closing doors.
The doors are now closing.
I'm not lonely...
Uenoyama, wanna go buy some bread?
Nah. Too tired.
Aw...
Wanna play some basketball, then?
I'm gonna take a nap.
Again?!
Who are you?
The name's Uenoyama...
Seriously... Say something, would you?!
Use your damn words! You're creepy as hell!
And your strings are rusty! That's why one of 'em broke!
Fix it already!
Why do you own a Gibson if you can't even mainta—
Wha...
This can be fixed?
Huh?
It can be fixed?
Of course it can! And back off, would ya?!
Really?
Could you fix it fast?
Well... yeah...
Could you fix it now?
Uh... Probably not right now.
I don't have the tools.
Would you stop looking like the whole world ended over a broken string?!
Now I feel bad, like I got your hopes up just so they could crash back down!
Gimme back my naptime, damn it!
Be happier! Praise me! And pay me for the damn strings!
Not yet!
Hold your horses, newbie.
Hey!
Please teach me how to play that thing.
It all started with that chord I played.
I had no idea that I was strumming hard on his heartstrings with my own fingers.
Uh... I need to tune it first...
Thinking back, it was this encounter
that set my world racing forward at full speed.
Wh-What the hell?!
Your nasty boxers were mixed in with my stuff,
so your dear, sweet sister brought them back to you, dumbass.
How many times do I have to tell you to knock?
So, Ritsuka... You got band practice today?
Like I've said, don't bring your relationship issues into my band.
Besides, didn't Kaji-san already dump you?
He didn't dump me!
Ow...
Damn that Yayoi...
I started playing guitar in sixth grade,
when my dad gave me the guitar he wasn't using anymore.
Of course, I wasn't going to be Thom Yorke or Keith Richards right off the bat...
Heh, you suck.
I never could handle things not going the way I wanted,
so I became obsessed with music.
And around the time I started high school...
I was finally able to play the way I wanted to.
But before I realized it,
the more I sharpened my skills,
the more my old excitement faded.
Now that I think about it,
I guess I almost cried when I first broke a string, too,
because I thought I'd broken my guitar...
So we meet again, Guy I'm Tentatively Calling "Teach-Me-Guitar-Dude."
I'm not doing it. I'm not doing it, you hear?
Hey.
And I'm going to defend my napping spot to the death!
Uenoyama-kun.
Thank you for your help yesterday.
Uh, sure...
Here.
This is to thank you.
Uenoyama-kun.
Please teach me how to play guitar.
Seriously?
No, I don't need your money.
In that case...
Take this.
Manly and Spicy!! Yakisoba Bread
Dude...
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?
I need to explain that, too?!
What the hell is with you?
You carry a guitar around knowing nothing about it?
Hey...
Hey, don't get all depressed.
I didn't say it was a bad thing...
Really?
Uenoyama-kun.
What?
Please teach me how to play guitar.
Hey.
Stop following me.
I told you, ask someone else if you wanna learn guitar.
Hey.
Uenoyama-kun.
So, uh...
Who's that?
I feel like I've picked up a stray puppy!
Sorry, what?
I tried to lose him, but I just couldn't!
Yeah...
I have absolutely no clue what you mean.
Hey! Show Kaji-san some respect, damn it!
Just so you know, Kaji-san looks real scary, but he's a nice guy!
He just looks scary!
Heya. Sorry I'm late. Er...
Whoa, who the heck?!
Hey.
This is our bassist, Haruki-san.
Bassist?
Uh... He's part of the rhythm section in our band.
Hey, what's going on?
Dunno. Uenoyama brought him.
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