21: 6.4 21: Mizore-senpai—whose expression usually doesn’t change much—looked quite surprised.
A stir arose from the audience, who didn’t seem to have any connection to voice synthesis software or electronic music and were of a different generation, but I didn’t care and continued playing with full confidence.
This effector is interesting in many ways.
It’s creative.
Incidentally, if you watch review videos by foreigners on You*ube, everyone has a surprised face.
And for good reason.
Even though it’s an instrument built on the premise of producing chords on six strings, this effector— —cannot produce “chords.” *Chords refer to playing notes like Do-Mi-So simultaneously.
In the case of a Do-Mi-So chord, it is called “C” after the “Do (C)” (commonly known as the root note).
And furthermore!
Interestingly, if you play a chord with this effector, it produces a “Boee!” sound like a certain character from a national anime.
In short, it’s tone-deaf.
If you’re interested, please look it up.
—I’m not lying.
It’s a fatal weakness for an effector for a guitar, which is an instrument played on the premise of chords.
Although it’s interesting when played as a solo!
It has become a premium item, but apparently, it didn’t sell very well at first.
It’s a shame that such things often happen in the music equipment industry, where loading something with new concepts often results in failure.
But it received praise from some fans, and despite being discontinued, it became a premium item.
Amidst all that, I finished my solo.
Now it was Mizore-senpai’s turn.
As a lead-up, I, the other members, and Mizore-senpai made eye contact, and she entered her solo.
Perhaps because my sound had drawn a laugh and let her relax, her solo was more expressive than usual.
Even though Mizore-senpai has little variation in her expressions, she was enjoying herself very much today.
—I’m glad I brought her.
I thought so from the bottom of my heart.
—Unaware that disaster would strike afterward.
We performed a few songs with Mizore-senpai.
Each time, her excitement grew, and her usually stiff expression turned into an angelic smile.
And for “some reason,” Mizore-senpai’s excitement was higher than usual, and she went back to the seats “staggering on her feet.” I watched over the suspicious-looking senpai.
In her hand, she was clutching a glass containing a light brown liquid.
—No way!
My bad intuition had unfortunately hit the mark.
For now, I had Mizore-senpai sit in a suitable chair and licked the liquid with a “lick” like a certain famous detective anime.
(This is Kahlúa Milk!) While ignoring Mizore-senpai’s crisis, an image of bearded old men clinking beer mugs together somehow formed in my head as a chain reaction.
I wonder what this phenomenon is, where such mysterious thoughts occur precisely when I’m in a panic.
In my agitation, I dropped the glass and broke it, but it was a loud live house.
No one noticed.
—Kahlúa Milk.
It is a drink that became famous worldwide when there was a university circle in my previous life where guys would make women drink it to get them dead drunk and then gang-rape them.
It’s just made by taking a coffee-flavored liqueur called Kahlúa and mixing it with milk, but it is a “tricky one.” It’s common knowledge that women like sweets, but because you make this sweet Kahlúa drink with a mixer with a strong personality like “milk,” you get a “sweet and very easy-to-drink alcoholic beverage” where you hardly feel the alcohol.
And because of that lack of alcoholic sensation, sweetness, and ease of drinking, you can actually gulp it down even though the alcohol content isn’t low, making it an “amateur-killer drink.” Most likely, when Mizore-senpai first ordered, she saw the word “Milk” and ordered it on impulse.
And she must have liked the sweet taste and, unaware of the alcohol content, gulped it down.
Even if it’s early spring and cold, the spotlights are hot.
It’s only natural to get thirsty.
And she had been drinking one with each trip to the stage.
Of course, the shop must have made a mistake, too.
She was a first-time customer, it was a live house so the place was dim, and it’s hard to distinguish customers’ faces.
Perhaps they mistook Mizore-senpai for an adult because she looks more composed than her age.
—It’s a past event, so it’s only a guess.
Currently, Mizore-senpai’s face was flushed, and she was swaying back and forth as if she were about to fall over, despite being seated.
For now, I apologized to a staff member I knew and had them clean up the glass and the spilled drink.
I took Mizore-senpai—after confirming there were no expensive forgotten items like her instrument—and hurriedly left the shop.
I had her sit in a nearby chair and hurriedly bought some water at a nearby vending machine.
In the meantime, Mizore-senpai was nodding off with a flushed face, but while keeping an eye on the instruments, I hurriedly offered her the bottle to try and make her drink.
However, Mizore-senpai had a vacant, dead-eyed, half-lidded gaze and didn’t even seem to have the energy to open the cap of the plastic bottle.
I opened it for her and offered it to her again.
“S-senpai, for now, drink about half of this all at once!” After staring at me for a moment, Mizore-senpai drank half as she was told.
But after that, she stayed in a pose like Rod*n’s “The Thinker” with her head down, and stopped moving entirely.