Cold. Venue. Cheers.Guitar.Echo.Encore."Good Work!". Car. Bed. Sleep. And it repeats. It's like this on tour, but colder than I can ever recall my life being. I try to think about that time my paycheck didnt come in , Chara made some kind of cabbage soup and fed it to me by the heater.She kissed my cheek, wasnt angry or upset about the lack of food,she stroked my hair and sang to me with that smile I could barely see from the flickering of the heaters light since she suggested we conserve the power. That version of Chara was rare, but beautiful, 'my Chara', and she had such a sunny desposition the last few months before..."Haruka...." That sweet and serene voice is a whisper in the wind, inside my mind, constantly around me, chasing me. I hear her everywhere. In the crowd, in the cold rush of my morning shower, when I walk across the platform to my tour bus, in the very wind blowing through my hair as I play on the stage of the Oricon Balle Arena, wi...
"For Saturn, my only soul, a billion starry nights here with you." Is the story of Chara and Haruka two lonely sad souls who find eachother in the loud city of los angeles, their story follows many trials along their passion for music and equality and of course love.