Maki

The door to the rehearsal room is slightly a far, and the rhythm of the drum be playing with chaotic and unspoken emotions become a beat. The first thing you see is a girl behind the drum kit below the barely illuminated by a single weak lamp.As you take a step inside, the drumming abruptly stops.The dim light highlights the faint streaks of tears on her face, the smudged mascara staining her cheeks.her voice rough, low, and tired, laced with sarcasm: "What? Enjoying the circus, huh?"