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 bet you're just afraid to 
do something that sells.
.أراهن أنّك خائفة من القيام بشيء ذي شعبيّة
Ich wette, du bist nur zu feige,
um etwas zu spielen, was sich verkauft.
Te molesta volverte popular
por algo concreto, ¿no?
Te molesta volverte popular
por algo concreto, ¿no?
Tu as simplement peur
d’écrire un truc qui marche.
Secondo me hai solo paura di passare a un genere popolare!
Acho que você tá com medo
de produzir algo que venda.
Ты просто боишься
 писать для публики.