LEATLEY



Memory: October 27th. Yokohama. In the room that looked like it was built for three or four rows of movie theater seats.

Hizumi struggles to sing Abyss.

The venue is completely vacant of light. There’s shadows of heads that look like they blend completely into the venue itself. There’s nothing. Nothing more than a single bright spot light that comes from behind Tsukasa. It illuminates the stage, and casts Hizumi’s shadow on the side of walls. My face embraces this light, and I’m sitting on a small platform along side the sound booth. It’s easier to see and move back here. Even if I’m taking a breather now, I can see the stage. I can see Hizumi’s outline.

'Abyss'. The ripple of drums and vocals whip through me and nothing else. 

I’ll never forget that.