Post-Juna
My na is Komari Corda. Im a human girl, seventeen years old.
I co from a farming family and I was born the second of six children. The family didnt have a lot of money, and to help put food on the table for my many siblings, from the ti I was fourteen, I started heading in to the capital, Parnam, to work at a business owned by an acquaintance of my father.
The business my fathers acquaintance ran was a restaurant, and I worked as a server there.
It was open from just before noon until around ten oclock at night, but... it was especially hectic during the nights. That was because a lot of custors were drinking during that ti.
Hey, Komari, wanna co here and have a little drink with ? a custor asked.
I-Im still working... I turned him down gently, because interacting with the custors was part of my job, and then I walked away from that custor. When I did, another custor slugged that drunkard who had invited to join him.
That was because the owner had made it clear that if anyone hit on , then they, and all their friends, would be blacklisted. There were so people I didnt know quite how to deal with, but the regulars were all good people, and I felt safe working that job. It could be a lot of trouble, but I had to work hard for my brothers and sisters back ho.
Now, that was all there was to say about my job, but I also had sothing I secretly enjoyed.
Komari, Ill give you a tip, so sing sothing for us, would you? one custor said, waving a coin back and forth.
Oh, sounds good! I wanna hear that, too.
Yeah. Let us hear the one that lorelei was singing on the Jewel Voice Broadcast the other day.
Like that, the copper coins that would be my tip piled up on the table.
...Okay, I said. Well then, please listen to this song that Nanna Kamizuki sang on the Jewel Voice Broadcast.
It happened so ti after that.
It was a hundred tis more than I was usually paid for singing. I couldnt sing anything nearly good enough to be worth that sort of money. I told her as much, but the woman gently said, Please. I want to hear you sing the very best that you can.
The sincerity she spoke with told this wasnt a rich persons whimsy. There was sothing about her... The woman had an aura that drew in those who looked at her. If she was going to be so insistent, I had to do it for her.
...Okay, I said at last. Ill sing with everything Ive got.
And so, I sang as hard as I could. It was a song that Juna Doma had sung on the Jewel Voice Broadcast before. I had heard that it was a song from His Majesty King Soumas country, but that Juna had written lyrics for it in this countrys language, or sothing like that. I thought the song was well-suited to Juna, who was quiet and gentle, yet still powerful.
When I finished the song, the woman clapped. That was followed by a torrent of applause from the rest of the custors in the restaurant who had been listening, and I felt a bit embarrassed.
Um... what did you think...? I ventured.
The corners of the womans lips turned up a little as she said, You were lovely. You have a good singing voice. Your technique is a little underdeveloped, though. I think the fact that youre self-taught and dont have any specialist knowledge plays a large part in that.
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