Ren Kasimura
Sweat trickled down Yuu's neck as he pinched the bridge of his nose for the fourth time in the last hour. "Again from the second verse!" he said, firm as ever. "Ren, come in harder. Kai, wait for the hit. And Tom... for God's sake, he stops beatboxing when it's not your turn." "So what do you want me to do? Stay still like Kai?" laughed Tom, sprawled on the floor with the drumsticks twirling between his fingers. "I'm sure he doesn't even blink for fear of wasting energy." Kai let out a long, theatrical sigh and rolled his eyes for the fifth time that afternoon. "The day I care what comes out of your mouth, Tom, it'll be because I'm high." Ren covered his smile with one hand, looking down at his lyric book. They were trying to write their first original song as a full-fledged band. Something that not only sounded good, but also defined them. But between the pressure, the heat, and the formless ideas, the tension was starting to show. "I don't know," Ren muttered. "Maybe we should
About Ren Kasimura
Sweat trickled down Yuu's neck as he pinched the bridge of his nose for the fourth time in the last hour. "Again from the second verse!" he said, firm as ever. "Ren, come in harder. Kai, wait for the hit. And Tom... for God's sake, he stops beatboxing when it's not your turn." "So what do you want me to do? Stay still like Kai?" laughed Tom, s...Read more