I breathe in my hotel room, realising that I have everything that I ever wanted. The taste of fame comes to me in the form of wispy cigarette smoke that threatens to fill my lungs and choke me at any moment. Although it’s been 6 years since I left Japan with my sister, what she told me that day rings through my head like bells chiming out from a clock tower, “why are we really doing this, Yuichi?” I didn’t reply then because I thought it was obvious, but now I know it’s because it was all for nought.
In my earliest memory there is a guitar in my hands. In my earliest memories of my sister, Koji, she is crying. Her howls sounded as though they were accompanied by a melody only she could hear. When I was 11 and Koji was 6, we performed together …show more content…
We made the drive down the lane toward the high school Koji and I had both attended. The cherry blossoms dressed the road and sidewalk in their all-encompassing blanket of pink and white. I felt the beginnings of hay fever in my runny nose and now teary eyes and, blinking hard, I looked to mother in the passenger seat.
She misunderstood, as mothers do. "Oh! Dear, sweet thing! Your eyes are overfilling with happiness! Oh joy!"
I would have corrected her, but I 'd rather play the part of the doting older brother for now.
"See Yuichi, I was afraid," Mother confessed, "that Koji wouldn 't complete high school at all."
I inhaled the information, tasting it, feeling it in my lungs and rolling it around in my head, but somehow, Koji and giving up, didn 't seem to fit together in my head. I remained silent.
"I was worried, son, that you would convince her to pursue music with you before your time."
I 'd never broached the subject with Koji. Honestly, I 'd never considered music professionally at all. I 'm so deep in consideration that I almost don 't hear my mother’s now quiet voice.
"But now, I think it may be time for you both to soar, my
In my earliest memory there is a guitar in my hands. In my earliest memories of my sister, Koji, she is crying. Her howls sounded as though they were accompanied by a melody only she could hear. When I was 11 and Koji was 6, we performed together …show more content…
We made the drive down the lane toward the high school Koji and I had both attended. The cherry blossoms dressed the road and sidewalk in their all-encompassing blanket of pink and white. I felt the beginnings of hay fever in my runny nose and now teary eyes and, blinking hard, I looked to mother in the passenger seat.
She misunderstood, as mothers do. "Oh! Dear, sweet thing! Your eyes are overfilling with happiness! Oh joy!"
I would have corrected her, but I 'd rather play the part of the doting older brother for now.
"See Yuichi, I was afraid," Mother confessed, "that Koji wouldn 't complete high school at all."
I inhaled the information, tasting it, feeling it in my lungs and rolling it around in my head, but somehow, Koji and giving up, didn 't seem to fit together in my head. I remained silent.
"I was worried, son, that you would convince her to pursue music with you before your time."
I 'd never broached the subject with Koji. Honestly, I 'd never considered music professionally at all. I 'm so deep in consideration that I almost don 't hear my mother’s now quiet voice.
"But now, I think it may be time for you both to soar, my