Another set gone. Ritsuka's time was creeping closer and closer. With a heavy sigh, he left his dressing room again, guitar still slung over his shoulder, and came face-to-face with the person from earlier. Slowly looking him up and down, Ritsuka's eyes fell on the person's wafuku. Fully sober and aware now, Ritsuka's mouth curled into a sarcastic grin. As he pushed past the person, Ritsuka sighed heavily and muttered underneath his breath.<br/><br/>"So you fancy yourself a corpse...do you?" With a silent chuckle, Ritsuka continued forward, to the stage.<br/><br/>The lights were dim, but bright enough to illuminate him on the stage. Ritsuka sighed and found a stool to sit on. The crowd continued buying drinks, talking amongst themselves and milling around, all with their phones flashing in the darkness. After jacking his acoustic-electric guitar into the amp on the stage, Ritsuka smiled.<br/><br/>"Here again, old friend. On stage. Though perhaps not the stage we deserve. Whatever. Let's play them something to remember." Bringing his strumming hand to the guitar strings, Ritsuka began to play the most delicate, the most beautiful, and the most melancholy music the club had heard that night. The club that was so noisy a moment ago slowly began to still; and one by one, all the apathetic patrons slowly turned to face the stage. Once he knew he had their complete attentiion, he began to sing. The sound floated through the air and stunned everyone watching. The voice was not the voice of a male, which Ritsuka obviously was as told by the five o'clock shadow, but the voice of a professionally trained woman. The voice soared and moved through the air, and the words it sang were all of loss and despair and the painful, tortured longing of a broken heart that yearns for what it cannot have. The room wept. And Ritsuka wept with them.<br/><br/>After his set, Ritsuka walked off in complete silence, and it wasn't until he reached his dressing room and began to gather his things that the audience suddenly regained its voice and applauded like mad. Their cheers and hollers threatened to tear off the roof, and the audience bayed for an encore, but by that time Ritsuka was already walking to his car, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.