Weeds mouth curved into a smile. The shop dealer’s eyes were gently closed, in appreciation of the music. His objective was achieved. However as the dealer opened her eyes, she said:
“The music is good, but the song is lacking since there is no singing.”
“Singing?”
“Yes. You can sing can’t you?”
Weed could not bear to refuse. A roaring rocker!
In real life, it was once upon a time a goal of his. Yet, he ignored things that a rocker could not ignore. Ignorance of pitch! Ignorance of tempo! Ignorance of lyrics!
He was what people would call severely tone-deaf. Only Weed never accepted that fact. So as he plucked the harp, Weed began to sing.
“It’s bright! The sun rises today! Return again! It’s sunny! And! It’s up! Courtyard! Day!”
“Kkyaaa!”
“It’s driving me mad!”
“Run away!”
Really, what is the difference between the Lion’s roar skill and singing a song?
Weed’s singing made the users become both shocked and horrified. If you only listened for a little bit, the head becomes dizzy and your breathing becomes labored. It becomes uncomfortable to the point it feels like your insides might come out.
“One day! Your thoughts! Walk down! Look! The! S – K – Y!”
Weed bellowed eagerly as he sang. There was no melody. There was only noise. As if singing in a loud voice is the best way to sing a song.
When Weed finally finished the song and the stampeding crowd users got out, only the store owner was left. Her expression was turned to stone.
“How much will you give?”
She shook her head as Weed spoke.
“No trade.”
“…”