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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=red][b]Location:[/b][/color] Takayama -- The Gifu Prefecture, Japan[/right][/sub][/color]
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[url=https://youtu.be/0tluY_EDrE0][color=red]3:29[/color][/url] 

[i]Nishki couldn’t sleep.[/i] How could anyone, on the precipice of their new life, sleep? His stomach churned with a mixture of excitement, anticipation and fear. He was 26 years old, and about to start his job as a Social Studies teacher at his old high school. The thought was hilarious to him. Ten years ago he would have laughed if someone had told him that he would be working there as a teacher in the future; and social studies of all subjects. 

He glanced over at the old electric guitar leaning lazily against his small refrigerator. It was a dusty red and black Les Paul Standard, something he’d spent the last twelve years of his life trying to master. In the corner of the room were pictures of him with his old band, the Grape Skulls, in various stages of their punk rock journey, which ended a year ago after Bunta, their drummer, ended things in the worst way possible. 

Nishki crawled out of his tatami and cradled the guitar in his arms. He strummed a few chords. [i]G, C, then D.[/i] The strum of the metal soothed him, and he closed his eyes. 

[i]Les Paul Guitar: 50.000 Yen! Great Sale![/i] 

Nishki shifted in his black canvas jacket, looking at the price. There was no way his parents would shell out that kind of money. But just the look of the guitar; blood red finish and matte black; it matched how he felt about how shitty the world was so much. 

“What kind of guitar is that?” A lazy voice came from his shoulder. Bunta stood at his wing, his face always chubby and swollen. 

[color=red]“C’mon you idiot,”[/color] Nishki grumbled, [color=red]“It’s a Les Paul.”[/color] That style of guitar evoked Mick Jones of The Clash, rocking out against the system. [color=red]“It’s a super versatile guitar. It’s what we need for our band.” [/color]

Bunta eyed up the guitar and nodded. “Yeah, but it’s really expensive. Like...really expensive. I don’t know if you could save up that much, even if you worked for the whole summer.” 

[color=red]“I’ll figure out a way…”[/color]

[color=red]6:00 AM[/color] 

[i]BEEP BEEP BEEP[/i] 

Nishi groaned. [i]Fuck.[/i] He would have probably felt better if he just hadn’t slept at all. He groaned and sat up in his futon, still cradling the Les Paul. He grinned, and got ready for work. 

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