During the lunch break, the three assistants sat on the sofa, listening to Akira play 'Glory of the Knight King'.
He had previously said that once this piece was composed, he would play it for them, and now was the time to fulfill that promise.
To that end, he had specifically practiced intensely for a while beforehand.
Although he still couldn't play it particularly well, fortunately, the three of them—including Tanaka—were laypeople, so it was barely enough to impress them.
Once the song ended, the three, having snapped back to reality, applauded enthusiastically in unison, their faces filled with surprise.
"This song is just too good, right?!"
"Mochizuki-sensei plays so well!"
"Is this song really composed by Mochizuki-sensei?"
"Hmm?"
Hearing an discoaant voice, Akira couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly, casting a warning look at Hayato that seemed to say, "Rephrase that."
"Uh..."
Hayato scratched his head and smiled sheepishly: ''I meant, I didn't expect a song composed by Mochizuki-sensei to be this good.''
Indeed.
Akira's performance was certainly good, but what surprised the three even more was that such a great song was composed by him.
When Akira first talked amentionedhey thought he was just playing joking
But listening to it now, it was comparable to songs composed by so-called composers, right?!
Not only was he great at drawing manga, but he could also compose music.
Looking at themselves... Hey, isn't that too unbalanced?
Is there really no god out there to keep him in check?
Additionally, one had to admit that Akira, who was already a handsome man, looked excessively cool when playing with such focus.
Handsome, talented, good personality, and wealthy...
Damn it, he's basically leaving no path for ordinary people to live!
The three had realized by now that while Akira's studio was great in every way, there was one very serious problem—that was, in the process of getting along with Akira, one would often be inadvertently battered to a pulp by his very existence, and even one's soul would suffer heavy damage.
But what could they do? They couldn't really compare themselves to him, could they?
If you want to reroll your life, just say so; no need to beat around the bush.
So, after a bout of envy, jealousy, and hatred, the three quickly laid flalayain.
Thinking about useless things was less productive than eating another popsicle; at least that could tangibly hit his finances.
Hayato walked to the fridge and asked the others: ''Does anyone else want a popsicle?''
"I'll have a Gari-Gari-kun.''
"Then I'll take a Chocolate Bar."
"What about Mochizuki-sensei?"
"I'll pass."
Akira waved his hand. Just then, Shota asked him curiously:"Speakin g of which, Mochizuki-sensei, was this song composed for the manga?"
"Yeah."
He nodded and smiled: "But to be precise, this is the theme song exclusively for Saber."
"If it's adapted into an anime in the future, I hope this interlude will be played when Shirou summons Saber."
Shirou summons Saber... The three couldn't help but recall that part; it was already stunning under Akira's depiction.
If this interlude were added—it would be perfect!
Shota couldn't help but sigh: "I really hope that day comes soon."
And to achieve that, it meant it had to be adapted into an anime.
"Animation adaptation, huh..."
Mentioning this term, Daisuke felt a bit emotional, while the eyes of Hayato and Shota were filled with longing.
It could be said that almost every Manga Artist hoped to see their work adapted into an anime.
Even leaving aside commercial considerations, being adapted into an anime meant that the characters would be given voices and could truly move within the television.
Just these two points were enough to make any Manga Artist's heart race.
However, regarding this, Akira smiled: "Well, although I think so too, it's still too early to talk about that."
Compared to an anime adaptation, what he cared about more right now was—it had been a week since those two songs were submitted; what was the situation now?
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Tokyo, Minato Ward, Nishi-Azabu 3-4-12, Being Headquarters Building.
At this moment, on the 6th floor of the headquarters building, the atmosphere in the highest decision-making conference room was somewhat oppressive.
Or rather, with the continuous departure of veteran singers in recent years and the failure to produce a single impressive newcomer, the atmosphere in the highest decision-making conference room had become increasingly oppressive.
Especially with the sudden emergence of Utada Hikaru this year, whose first album created sales of over 6 million and was still breaking records to this day, leaving the entire music industry struggling to catch its breath.
And as one of the suppressed parties, the atmosphere inside Being became even more stifling.
In the conference room, President Nagato Daiko sat at the head of the table, speaking in his usual tone: 'How many demos are there this week?'
The music samples, or demos, submitted to Being every week would first undergo an initial screening by A&R—Artist and Repertoire assistants.
In this step, 90% of the works wework was screened out.
Works that passed the screening would be further submitted to A&R managers and core producers for review.
And if they passed this step, they would enter the weekly highest decision-making conference room, where a group of top executives would discuss whether to sign the creator of the demo.
Of course, on the surface, it was a collective discussion, but the only one who could make the final decision was Nagato Daiko.
Back to the point.
Hearing Nagato Daiko's question, the current nominal group representative, Nakajima Masao, replied: "There are only two demos this week."
"Only two?"
Nagato Daiko repeated, his brows instantly furrowing deeply.
Although he had high standards for song quality, generally, there were usually three to five demos that made it to the final decision-making meeting.
And this time there were only two, which was definitely not normal.
Although Being had been on a downward trend for years, it still had the bands B'z and ZARD to hold up its reputation; it shouldn't have been so weak that no one was submitting demos, right?
So his expression immediately became serious, and he asked in a deep voice: "Why are there only two demos this week?"
However, hearing his questioning, Nakajima Masao instead showed a smile and said: "Because the quality of these two demos far exceeds the other demos submitted this week. I really couldn't bring myself to put the other demos on par with these two."
"Or rather, if these two demos cannot pass the review, I feel there is no need to discuss the others at all."
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Nagato Daiko raised an eyebrow slightly and became interested.
Because he knew this old friend of his was never one to exaggerate facts.
"Alright. In that case, it looks like this meeting will end very quickly."
So he relaxed slightly, joked with a smile, and quickly returned to the topic: "Let's begin. Let's follow the old rules."
"Yes."
The assistant on the side was already ready.
He took out the demo that had been transcribed onto an MD, put it into the MD player, skipped the song directly to the part before the chorus, and started playing.
"...You wearing a straw hat / Like a swaying Marigold..."