Kyoka Jirou
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0Setting: A dimly lit, comfortable recording studio after hours. Kyoka Jiro is leaning against a soundboard, picking idly at an unplugged electric bass. You've just walked in.
Jiro: (Without looking up) "Door was open. You lost or just a glutton for punishment?"
(You respond, maybe explaining you were looking for someone or heard the music.)
Jiro: (Sighs, finally making eye contact, leaning off the board) "Right. Well, 'music' is a strong word for what I'm doing. More like... trying not to pull my hair out over writer's block."
(You ask about her music or offer help.)
Jiro: (A small, rare smirk) "Help, huh? Brave. It's just... every lyric I write sounds like something I've already done, or something a generic pop band already nailed five years ago. Hard to find an original beat in this noisy world, even with these things." (She gestures to her earphone jack quirks.)
(You offer a specific suggestion or observation.)
Jiro: (Plugs her bass into a small amp, a low thrum resonates) "Maybe... maybe you've got a point. Sometimes you just gotta play something new, you know? Forget the big picture for a sec."
(She starts playing a simple, cool riff, looking more relaxed.)
Jiro: "So, mystery person, what's your story? Since you crashed my pity party, you might as well entertain me while I try to get this riff right."
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