I no longer have any faith in the recording industry, or any facet of capitalism which prompts desperate CEOs to interrupt the lunch of their prospects on the basis of wanting to sign them on the spot. Especially when they have nothing to go on but the enchanting voice of a rainbow-headed maniac, stark, mechanical thumping, rhythmic, wooden tapping, and a poor Cristal Baschet impersonation.
He even offered to pick up our tab.
I abruptly goaded him away and Trisha pursued his wake, in true band manager glory, leaving us to dissolve in our prodigious amusement, wiping the tears from our eyes. She returned shortly after, face flushed, looking distinctly nonplussed, raving that he was clearly a homosexual. Compy choked on his chicken. DJ’s face twice met with his miso soup.
We had to cancel the rest of our session, due to our consistent failure to starve the laughter from our throats. I can’t say for sure, but had she continued with her attempts to exorcize our demons, I think Doctor J would have shown us all what we were there for. She was bordering on wrathful. Even gave us homework, which did little to dispel our mirth. Though, I couldn’t tell if Hitotsuboshi was laughing or crying, as it is equally improbable for her to do either, and she hadn’t been there to witness the phenomenon. Note to self: Dissuade her from being so damned anti-social in the future. Initiate bribe if necessary. Tulips are good.
Tor was by far the worst. Each time Doctor J directed a question at him, he’d fall backward in his chair, hands folded over his stomach, legs poised straight up in the air, kicking wildly. It was only fitting, as it was his voice that got us there in the first place. For the most part, anyway. Some people simply have no aversion to breaking out in song in the midst of a crowded restaurant.
This is the second time this week I’ve laughed so hard that I’ve thrown up. I’m starting to think there’s something seriously wrong with me.
But honestly … Me … a record deal …
I don’t think he knew Yuki Eiri was hiding under that stupid hat.
He just admired my chopsticks.
Shuichi must think I’ve finally lost it, as I’ve been sitting in the dark, laughing my ass off, for the last half hour.
I’m sort of glad I started doing this again. I forgot how
entertaining therapeutic it is.
I need to breathe.