One day, a girl with rabbit ears comes to the village of Flatta. This nameless, unpopular minstrel, who strums her lute fiercely with her bare fingers and sings with a death growl, is known as Schifanoia. When she passes out in the middle of her concert, Azusa is reminded of the sad stories she's heard of young men who moved to Tokyo hoping to make their major debut, but instead turn into job-hopping middle-aged men playing in bands that never make any profit. So she invites Schifanoia to live at the house in the highlands for a while, but when she just keeps making excuses and refuses to see reality, Flatorte loses her patience...
I like minstrels. 
I know at least 1,000 groups.
.أنا أحبّ المغنّين. أعرف ألف مجموعة على الأقلّ
Fahrende Sänger begeistern mich.
Ich kenne gut 1.000 verschiedene Gruppen.
Me gustan los trovadores.
Me gustan los trovadores.
J’adore les troubadours,
je connais au moins mille troupes !
Mi piacciono i menestrelli. 
Conosco 1.000 gruppi, come minimo.
Eu gosto de cantigas.
Acho que conheço mais de mil.
Я люблю музыкантов.
 Знаю под тысячу групп.