The Excitement Of The Do Re Mi Fa Girl -1985 - ... -

The next day, he didn't watch. He stared at the blank screen. The cicadas were deafening. The pickled plums smelled of defeat. At 4:17, he couldn't take it anymore. He flicked the TV on, just in time for the lobby feed.

Leo didn't cry. He felt something stranger: a wild, giddy, terrifying excitement. The spell was broken, yes. But in its place was something real. A seventeen-year-old girl, terrified and brave, dismantling her own kingdom. That was a better show than any rainbow cloud. The Excitement of the Do Re Mi Fa Girl -1985 - ...

The year was 1985. The air smelled of hairspray, vinyl records, and the faint, hopeful ozone of a cathode-ray tube television just warming up. For thirteen-year Leo Matsumoto, summer in his grandmother’s cramped Osaka apartment was a slow torture of cicada drone and the cloying scent of pickled plums. The next day, he didn't watch