Story 10 - The Spy Who Rocked Too Hard (36🎸)
My three band mbers all stood next to each other with their arms crossed. None of them were backing down as they argued.
I sighed. This was why group creative projects were the bane of every good student’s existence. Well, this and group mbers bailing at the last minute…
Shit. Bands often broke up because of these kinds of argunts. My precious band mber better not drop out. If any of them did, I’d figuratively murder them.
Goddamn it. This was happening because I just had to raise that formation flag about artistic differences, right? Fuck.
And why did I think creating a song from virtual scratch was a good idea again?
Right, Ghosty needed sothing that fit his situation in order to heal. And it was best — and faster — to create a specific one for his situation than to teach these guys all the healing songs I knew since I did not have years to test every one.
So far, we had spent three days developing our new song. With practically no break.
Little Spring had visited to make sure I’d eaten... which I hadn’t. And he may have accused of being hangry.
Fuckin’ brat. He made regret teaching him that word!
I’d been through grain liberation, damn it!
Aside from that kid, we also had other visitors. Mostly, Dread Lotus’s family who looked out for her like she was still that delicate flower.
The worst one was Noxious Fangstrike. He kept popping over, using as an excuse when he really wanted to check on his niece. As if my brain wasn’t almost fully occupied in scoring a badass healing rock song that could practically bring a Nascent Soul back to life from the brink of death.
Wait! Could so parts of this song be improved with so inspiration from ‘Bring to Life’ by Evanescence?
I’d have to consider that later because it sounded like the argunt was finally getting to the main issue.
Gold String scowled at Dread Lotus. “Your drumming is too extre during the outro.”
She crossed her arms and glared. “I think it’s fine. It’s your base playing that’s too complicated for sothing that should express the feeling of being healed.”
Azure lodic River hesitated, then stepped forward. “As much as I want to agree with Dread Lotus, emphasizing my keyboard would be a better fit here to show the softness of this part of the song.”
Gold String gestured to the keyboardist with both hands. “See.”
The blue-haired girl winced and looked at Dread Lotus like she was desperate for her to understand her position.
The look she sent Azure had the keyboardist looking pained, but then her face fird, showing that she wasn’t backing down.
Of course, Noxious Fangstrike, who had entered our practice grounds with the worst possible timing, said, “I think my niece is right.”
I glared at him. “You don’t even know what we’re talking about... Senior.”
“Stay out of this, Uncle. We need to figure it out ourselves.”
He shrugged. “I’m rely being supportive.”
I crossed my arms. “Do you want to hear ‘The Song that Never Ends,’ again?”
He gave us a disgusted look. “No. If I never hear that… sound again, I’ll be satisfied.”
During his last visit, we had chased him out by singing it to him. It brought joy just rembering it. Plus, knowing that it was deviously cursed and that he was bound to have it suddenly pop into his head when he least expected it? Muahahaha! Perfection!
“I think,” I looked around at everyone to emphasize that I was serious, “we should confirm our lyrics here before we finalize this portion. They’ll tell us if we need it to be softer or more intense.” Then I turned to Noxious. “Now, do you have a reason you’re here or are you just...” being an ass, “wanting an update?”
::I promised I’d get you when the peppers arrived,:: he sent through a telepathic technique.
Which ant that it was ti to work on the cure.
Damn. We were so close to resolving this shit and finishing our song, too.
“Everyone, let’s take a break. Once you co back with rested minds, you might perceive things in a different way.”
They nodded.
“And don’t let a possible slap to your face get in the way of composing a rock song so incredible that it can heal even a comatose Nascent Soul.”
I stared at all three of them, so they understood my aning.
“Yes, band leader!”
Gold String, who had the most at stake here, appeared chastised and imdiately left the area.
Dread Lotus stayed behind while Azure hovered nearby like she desperately wanted to say sothing. Considering how she constantly took Dread Lotus’ side, she almost made think bringing her in was a mistake. Fortunately, she’d shown promise today that reminded of when I first t her.
Seeing her speak up for herself and her artistic choices gave hope that her fangirling might die down and turn into genuine friendship. I really hoped they could get along. If she kept bending blindly to Dread Lotus’s opinion, she would never go further down her Dao of Rock.
“Uncle, rember to be good to Sister Linlin.”
He held up both his hands in exasperation. “Of course, I will.”
“And don’t yell at her like she’s one of your disciples.”
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“I think she is more likely to yell at .”
They both looked at , horrified. “What are you talking about? I am always respectful to my seniors.” I wouldn’t have survived as long as I had otherwise.
::Do you even consider your senior?::
::Of course! When it cos to poisons.::
“Let’s go, junior Linlin.” He flicked his sleeve and flew off.
The first thing I did when I walked into Noxious Fangstrike’s alchemy room was make my way to the worktable to look over the ‘old’ peppers using my divine sense. They looked very similar to the new ones, except that their color wasn’t as vibrant and they didn’t have a potent scent. Once I confird that their Scoville scale—er, poison level—was weak, I took out a knife and delicately cut one open to expose the seeds.
Flas appeared around the pepper nearly scorching the tabletop, but they didn’t burn the actual ingredient.
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Revenge was a dish best served with a side of science!
For so reason, I felt like I could finally forgive him for that cauldron stunt from a few days ago.
This test had given a whole new perspective on the concoction. I saw not only how things were supposed to fit together but how the two flowers instead of one left the recipe feeling uneven, though it seed cleaner than before.
Since we couldn’t grow healthy chrysanthemums just yet — and since using the spiritual spring water to purify them wasn’t a viable option if I didn’t want to get kidnapped and shaken down for all of Little Spring’s treasures — I had to think of a way to purify the impurities in the flower without the cheat I would normally use.
Easy, right? Hah!
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