Preface: Apparently I can't escape writing about these girls entirely. I'm not sure how romantic I want to make this yet, but I do know that this story will be really heavy on musical terms and the songwriting process as a whole. Ritsu is also a super underrated character and I love stories that explore her thought process, so I tried to attempt that here. If those things bore you, consider yourself warned. Otherwise, I hope you stick around!

A hand comes down on my desk, hard. I turn, startled. The other girls standing around are startled too, judging from the way that all heads in the room turn towards us.

It's Mio. For once, she seems oblivious to the amount of attention she's drawn. "I want you to see this." Her smile is unusually confident.

I look down, and she pushes a folded paper towards me. "What's this? Your confession to me?" I grin, expecting her to become flustered, but she doesn't budge. Confused by her steely eyes, I take the paper and unfold it.

The first thing I notice is that it's all in English. It reads:

Stop calling me out!

We're never going to

Put the pieces back together

If you won't let me get better

And stop digging it up, or

(?)

(?)

I'd like to think that I've been studying my English more than usual lately (though that isn't saying much), but I don't exactly understand everything in front of me. "Mio, I'm flattered," I begin, trying to play it off, "but -"

"Not everything is about you." She sighs. "It's our new song."

"Really?" I'm a bit shocked, although maybe I shouldn't be. She's our main lyric-writer and, as I give the words another once-over, I realize the words do have a certain flow to them. "Why English, though? It's so… gross to read."

"It's not, if you studied it harder." She takes a chair from the adjacent desk and sits across from me. "I suppose I could write it in Japanese, but… I don't know, it's a lot catchier if I sing it this way." She motions to the paper, and I can see a small smile begin to form on her face as she talks. She's put a lot of thought into this.

"It's been awhile since we've learned a new song." I'd be lying if I said her enthusiasm wasn't a bit contagious. Just a bit.

"That's great, because I've written out an outline of what we're playing."

"What? All of us?"

She nods.

"That was fast!" I sink down in my seat, thinking of the cakes and pastries that were part of this afternoon's itinerary. I'm already mourning the loss of their sweet taste, their fluffy cream, their -

"The original point of our club is to play music, you know. Besides, I have a feeling you girls might like it."

Damn. Sometimes I hate how she can read my mind like that. She knew I was thinking about cakes, anyway. "Why? Is it like what we usually play?"

She bites her lip. "Kind of? It's less…" Her finger begins to tap on the desk as she searches for the right description. "...less of a rocker than our other songs, I'd say."

"I don't get it."

"Here, I'll just show you." She pulls an MP3 player from out of nowhere. "How do you feel about pop-punk? I don't remember you ever being into it."

"Um…" The genre sounds familiar, but I can't remember much beyond that.

"Yellowcard, for example. Or New Found Glory."

I shake my head. "Nope. Those are pretty cool band names, though."

She ignores my comment. "They're American. I kind of want this song to sound like something they'd make. Listen to as much as you can before practice," she says, shoving the MP3 into my hands, "so you'll have a better grasp of what I want you to play."

"What about the others? Do they know we're starting a new song today?"

"Not yet. I have some ideas for lead guitar that I've been throwing around, but Azusa should pick them up pretty fast. Other than that, pop-punk guitar is mostly power chords."

"Then why am I the only one who has to listen?" It's suspicious that she didn't mention my part.

"You'll see. I know you can do it." She says this with a wink, and without a hint of doubt. Seems like she's putting a lot of faith in me.

I have a bad feeling about this.

I've squeezed out most of Mio's recommendations during lunch, and… well. I have mixed feelings.

The good news: I'm really digging the sound. It's catchy, the songs are fast-paced, the singers are singing their hearts out, and most of the instruments sound pretty easy despite the tempo.

The bad news: My instrument is friggin' hard.

Like, seriously. The fast tempos are already a bad sign for me, but there are times when I had no idea those patterns were humanly possible. Especially out of the Yellowcard songs I've listened to. How many arms does that guy have? His fills are ridiculous! Sometimes he hits the snare on the weirdest beatings, too. I mean, it still sounds right in a way, but if Mio asks me to play something like that, I'm screwed. It's just not natural to hit the snare on the offbeat like that.

For once, I'm the first one to the clubroom after school. I'm listening to another Yellowcard song - this one's called Shadows and Regrets - and while it's slower and a little easier to understand, the drums are still one of the driving forces behind their music. I swallow and it goes down like a rock.

Mio walks in, the girl who's responsible for all the suffering that I'll surely go through in the next couple weeks. Who would've guessed that my best friend would be the one to betray me?

"What?" she asks as she takes her seat. I've been glaring daggers at her since she showed up.

"You expect me to play stuff like this?" I shake the MP3 player at her. "How good do you think I am? 'Cause I'm not that good."

I expect her to have a reasonable explanation for this, but instead she starts laughing. It goes on for a good ten seconds, which only makes me even more confused. It might even piss me off a bit.

"What's so funny?"

"You're overreacting," she says between giggles, "but that's exactly how I imagined you'd react."

I can't say anything, because she's right. My reddening face doesn't help either. Dammit! Mio having me figured out shouldn't be this embarrassing.

"If you're talking about the triplet beats, they're not that hard," she says after her shoulders stop shaking. "But, to answer your question: no. My song's actually on the slower side."

"Really?" I rub the side of my face, wishing my embarrassment would just go away.

"Really. I'm thinking for the first verse, you'd just do eighth notes on the hi-hat and sidestick the snare on beats two and four." For once, I'm thankful for the difference between her and me. It's not like her to tease a poor flustered soul. If our positions were reversed (and they usually are), I'd definitely pounce on an opportunity like that.

At the moment, I'm relieved for another reason, too. "That sounds pretty normal, actually."

"Oh, don't worry." A concerning smile takes shape - a grin, even. I don't know if I've ever seen Mio grin like that before. "That's just the first verse, and it's mostly buildup for the rest of the song."

"I think you have too much faith in me." I look towards my drum set, sitting in front of the blackboard. Time to shake the dust off, I guess. And I mean that literally; I don't think we've held rehearsal in almost a week.

"I know you can do it." She said the same thing this morning, and again, it doesn't reassure me much. "Did you like the songs I showed you? You'd have more motivation to learn if you like the genre, I think."

One of those songs is still playing in my ear, but I didn't realize it until now. I pull the earbud out. "Yeah. It's super catchy, lots of cool guitar parts, that kinda thing. I could see us playing something like this." Actually, Mio should consider herself lucky that I'm digging it. I might already be bowing out if I weren't.

"That's good. I was hoping you'd like it."

...or she was expecting me to like it all along. I get the feeling that she's roping me into this.

I offer her MP3 back to her, but she takes my hand and pushes it gently back towards me. "You can keep it for now. Just in case it gives you inspiration."

Okay, that line is just the latest in a string of strangely insightful things she's been spouting all day. Like, what the hell? That's so cryptic! Why are you saying everything with that knowing smile? It's weird!

For now, I'm saved as the door opens again. The other girls pour in, lively as always. Mugi carries a box of pastries with her, which I already know will lay woefully untouched for most of the afternoon.

Other than a bit of small talk, Mio doesn't waste much time in introducing our newest project. "Alright, everyone," she announces, clasping her hands together, "Today, I'd like to start a new song that I've been working on!"

Everyone reacts pretty typically: Azusa's eyes light up and she looks like she's about to burst with excitement. Yui's eyes light up, too, but she immediately looks towards the box of sweets on the table.

Me too, Yui. Me too.

"We don't need to perform for anything soon," Mugi points out. "What brought this on?"

At this point, Mio can hardly contain her own smile. It's a little cute, seeing her get so pumped about this… but it would probably be cuter if a lot of this responsibility wasn't on me. "Seems like she got inspired," I say.

"Well, that's all the better!" Mugi clasps her hands together too. "When can we start?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Mio takes the box of sweets and draws it a little closer to herself. "How about we start now? We can eat after we've made a little progress." Her hand is firmly on top, keeping it closed shut.

Maybe it's just me, but it seems like the atmosphere in the room deflates, just a little.

The usual sounds of setup spread throughout the room. Mugi switches her amp on, and it's accompanied by a loud snap. Mio tells Yui about her part while our guitarist absently tunes her guitar. Azusa shoots Yui a dirty look behind her back while she searches for her electric tuner.

One of the great parts of being a drummer is that I don't have to set anything up during practice. The drums are loud as hell on their own, so I actually have to watch how hard I bang on these things. I take the chance to listen in on Mio's conversation. Maybe I can get an idea of how hard this'll be.

"It's pretty close to your typical four-chord progression, except the timings are a little different," Mio's saying. "Just play C for two measures, then G for one, and then you'll play A minor to B minor in the last one."

Yui bent her fingers towards the appropriate position, but part way through she stops, her nose wrinkling in confusion. "Um… What's C again?"

Exasperation flits across Mio's face, but it's quickly replaced by a somewhat strained smile. I think I'm the only one who saw it. "Put your ring finger on the third fret, and…" Yui finds the right shape. "Yeah, that's it. Now go to G."

Yui doesn't move. Mio seems to realize where this is going. "Just put your fingers here."

The rhythm guitar part seems pretty easy. After Yui gets the hang of it, she'll be able to play it in her sleep. Mio moves on to Azusa's lead guitar part, and I (quietly!) start to tap out the beat that Mio told me.

"Yeah, that's about it, Ritsu." Mio calls out to me. "I like it, but could you add another sidestick between beats 3 and 4?"

I nod. Easy enough.

"Could you play your part over the beat?" Mio asks Azusa, and our junior starts a pretty simple, three-or-four-note riff that's pretty ring-y sounding. I like it. That girl catches on quick, too. We almost don't deserve her.

Since the intro is basically the same as the first verse, it isn't long before everyone's got the gist of their parts. "Alright, everyone." Mio walks back to her spot beside me and slings her bass over her shoulder. "Ready to try it together?"

Everyone responds with some form of assent.

Mio turns to me. "Take us away, Ritsu."

I realize that I don't know how to start. "Do I just come in with the regular beat?"

"Yeah, after Azusa plays a short intro. You still need to count us off, though."

Everyone's looking at me. I clack my sticks together. Azusa plays what's basically a slower, lower version of the riff I heard earlier. After she lets the last note ring, I come in with a crash on the next measure.

The song starts off surprisingly quietly. The guitars are both clean, without any distortion. Yui only plays her chords a few times per measure, and as I heard earlier, her chords don't change that often. Mugi plays full chords and lets them ring out. I, of course, am just playing my little easy beat.

I think I like it. It's still us, but it's not throwing every instrument in our faces right out of the gate. It's actually more like we're just jamming. Our sound starts to sink in, to mesh. I watch the others start to smile. Yui's head starts to bob with the beat. Azusa shoots me a pleasant smile, and I return the gesture.

The bass hasn't come in yet. I look at Mio and tilt my head to ask her why. She only winks. Judging by her own smile, this must be pretty close to her vision for this song. After about half a minute of cycling through, she steps forward and starts playing. It's nice and simple, and our sound is complete. But it doesn't last long; she waves her hands in the air and we all stop. Immediately turning to me, she says: "I want you to get fancy with the kick, Ritsu."

"Huh?" On instinct, I give the bass drum an experimental tap.

"Don't hit the kick on the usual downbeats. Syncopate it."

Oh, crap. I knew it wasn't going to be this easy. Unnatural accents are my greatest enemy. "Why?"

"How did you feel about that first run-through?" she asks. She glances towards the others, although it's clear that it's directed at me.

I didn't expect her to respond to my question with a question. "Uh… it was pretty cool. It sounded more like a groove than a proper song."

"Exactly!" Her eyes are twinkling again. "I want this song to have a groove. I think adding kicks on the off-beats would help that. Don't you agree?"

I want to say no. That's just more work for me, and I think we already have a pretty good start. But then I think of the possibilities. How much groovier this song would be, for lack of a better word. How Mio might actually praise my drum skills if I can pull something off. She's staring at me pleadingly.

"Fine." I try to smile, but it doesn't feel right. I know how far my drumming can take me, and it's not this far. I already agreed to try it, though. No backing out now.

"You can do it, Ricchan!" Yui encourages me. "You can be like boom, and bam, and…" She makes other sounds that don't exactly sound like drum hits, but I get the message.

"Thanks, Yui." My grin has a bit more confidence in it. "Ready for another go?"

I only have one personal policy when playing drums: Don't mess up.

I might have to look for a new policy after this session.

The hi-hat and snare are the easy part. I could play that for hours. But throw the kick in, and suddenly I'm flailing, missing my snare hits, throwing the entire tempo off. I guess part of the problem is that I'm almost literally throwing it in; since Mio only told me not to play on the downbeat, I've been trying to put it anywhere else, with awful results.

As I said before, I'm not used to playing outside of my comfort zone. So of course when I try to, I mess everyone up. What did you expect, Mio?

I guess it isn't all bad. Mio doesn't stop our rehearsal to tell me to stop sucking. I know she (and the others) are thinking that, though, since someone's glancing at me every time I kick completely off-beat or lose my place on the hi-hat. Maybe they think it's just a natural part of learning a new song. Only a musical genius wouldn't mess up during the first few runs.

But I don't think I've ever messed up this badly.

To make matters worse, we've already moved on to the next part of the song: the chorus. There's a little pre-chorus before that where I start hitting the snare proper, but it's just a taste of the sound explosion that'll surely happen afterwards.

At least, I hope so. That's how most choruses work: loud, fun, unapologetic. (I'm pretty sure I'm using that last word correctly.) Since Mio's telling Azusa and Yui to switch on the distortion and the power chords, it looks like my hunch is right.

"We'll just jump into the chorus," Mio says to me. "I want to hear how the transitions sound between sections."

"What am I supposed to do? Just go loud?"

"Yeah, and can you double-time the hi-hat? Play sixteenth notes on it."

"I'll try to…" Mio doesn't notice my frown, since she's crouched down and digging into the mic bag next to her feet. "Wait, you're gonna add vocals to it already?"

"Don't worry about me. Just keep playing, and I'll signal when I want us to go into the chorus."

I watch her hook it up, then check on the others. Azusa and Yui practice their parts with the sound off. They don't seem too worried. Isn't this moving a bit too fast? Shouldn't we get the first part of the song down pat before moving on?

"Ready when you are, Ritsu."

Guess not. I take a deep breath and count us off for the millionth time today. We go through a couple rounds of the first verse. I'm trying to limit myself to a couple kicks per measure, and to my surprise, it doesn't sound too terrible. More importantly, I'm keeping the beat.

"After I sing two lines, go into the pre-chorus," Mio announces into the mic. "Got it?" Everyone nods, more or less to the beat of the song. Then, she comes in.

Mio's lyrics have always been… personal. I don't know if that's the best word, since I don't think most of her lyrics are about herself. But I've always been able to relate to them. They feel real. Powerful, even. It's just another side of her amazing talent, I guess, and these lyrics are no different. You've done it again, my friend.

Last night, it had me down - I'm feeling numb

I can try, but sometimes that is not enough

No, sometimes that is not enough.

After repeating the last line with a bit of added emphasis, she looks my way and gives me a quick nod. That's my cue. I give us a quick fill and we're into the pre-chorus without much trouble. Sure, I'm playing a dumbed-down version without much kick, but at least we don't sound terrible.

Mio repeats the last line two more times, but it looks like I spoke too soon. Apparently, Yui's playing something else for the pre-chorus. It sounds like octaves, but it also doesn't sound quite right. Glances are exchanged, but we keep going. We're gradually getting louder. Somehow we bumble through without stopping, and we're moving right along into the chorus.

I'm watching Mio while we play, and she's moving around the mic a lot more. Her tone is earnest, which is fitting since her lyrics seem pretty serious this time around. But even then, she's smiling, moving to the music, just enjoying herself.

Sometimes I forget how serious she can be about all this. It's pretty easy to, since she's surrounded by a bunch of girls who'd rather spend their after-school time goofing off. (I'm one of the guiltiest in that regard, even though Yui's usually in on it too.)

And I end up paying for it when we play together. Yui kinda gets a pass to slack off, since she seems to have a knack for her instrument. That makes up for her awful practice schedule, if a schedule even exists in her mind.

But I'm not that lucky. If I took anything away from those Yellowcard songs, it's that the drums are one of the main forces behind this genre. I'm not gonna sit here and lie to myself: that's definitely not the case with how I'm playing.

I'm not sure if it showed on my face, but Mio keeps looking my way before we go into the chorus. I mean, I'm not sucking that badly, am I?

She winks.

I'm not sure whether that's a "You can do it!" or a "Try and catch up." I don't have time to think about it, because she's belting a lot louder now. They're the lyrics I saw earlier.

And stop calling me out! We're never going to

Put the pieces back together

If you won't let me get better

Everyone seems to realize at once that we're supposed to explode. Our guitars start hammering away at power chords, and Mugi starts to get a little fancier on the keys. Mio's there, singing and smiling away, and I'm trying not to screw it all up.

It's actually pretty badass. I'm used to going all-out, all the time, and I think everyone else is too. But we kinda had to lay low for the first verse, and now that we finally get to blow up, it's just so much cooler in comparison. I thought it'd be a trainwreck, since it's our first time playing it. I'm glad I was wrong.

And stop digging it up, or -

Mio stops singing, which shatters that "perfect chorus" feeling that I'm trying to relish. Naturally, I mess up my sixteenth notes, and I can't recover. The music peters out.

"Why'd you stop?" Azusa asks, disappointed. I can't blame her, she looked like she was having a blast.

Still, I can't let all the blame fall into me. "Mio stopped singing in the middle of the line!" I point at her with my drumstick.

"Sorry." Mio steps back from the mic, and I notice that she's kinda flushed. Her breathing is also heavy. She really did get into it. "That's actually all I have written out so far, but you all sounded great. What did you think of the lyrics?"

"They're great as always, Mio-chan!" Yui exclaims. "They're really serious, but they suit you, too!"

"They're quite fitting. I'm excited to hear what else you'll come up with," Mugi adds.

"Thank you." Mio's face reddens further. "It's pretty late, so we can call it for today."

I glance at the clock. It's almost six. I try not to frown, sigh, complain, or otherwise ruin the mood. I mean, it was fun… when we were all in sync, and when I wasn't sucking. Which wasn't that often.

Still, that chorus was something else. I catch myself humming the vocal melody on the way to the table.

"Ah, I really needed that!" I set my fork down on the table, my slice of cake devoured. "Practice was rough."

"It wasn't that bad." Azusa's face has disapproval all over it. "We were sounding pretty good by the end. Mio-senpai's writing a pretty awesome song."

I watch her stare admiringly into the distance as soon as she starts talking about Mio. "Easy for you to say," I mutter. "You weren't tripping all over your part."

"The drums do seem rather difficult," Mugi says, a hand over her face to cover up a mouthful of cake. "Mio-chan must have a lot of faith in you."

"Tell me something I don't know." I roll my eyes.

The girl of the hour already went home, citing homework or something else that doesn't really matter. I usually go home with her, but today I let her go without a second thought. She gets to work on homework, I get to complain. Everyone wins!

"It sounds great, but Mio's asking me to do too much." I reach for another slice of cake and feeling betrayed when I see the box is empty. "She, of all people, should know what I can play and what I can't."

"I'm sure she does," Mugi says, staring at me intently.

"Then why's my part so difficult?"

Mugi shrugs. I don't know why I asked her. I should be asking the one who dumped this on me. Still, Mugi's answer was kinda cryptic. Or maybe I'm overthinking it.

"You'll get it eventually, Ricchan!" Yui leans forward. She has a bit of cake smeared on her cheek. I want to laugh even though she's being serious.

"Yeah, I hope so too."

"Don't one bad practice get you down! I think we're really in for something special here!"

I want to deny that with yet another example of my struggles from today, but I stop myself. Yui's right. One hundred percent right. I can't get that chorus out of my head. We were all feeling it. The instruments blended perfectly. And Mio's voice was perfect.

But that was only, like, thirty seconds at the most out of a super long practice. To be honest, I don't know why or how we kicked it into high gear at that specific moment. Did we all know it'd be that cool?

On that note, there's a lot about this song that I don't know, and I'm not just talking about the drumming. Why Mio's so pumped about it, how she came up with these lyrics, and so on. It kinda bothers me, more than I'd like to admit.