novel | When she had blue dream - 4 - story of Aoi(at the venue)

 Darkness sprinkles on the ground light which governs the neighborhood foolishly and a star freezes to the bottom of the heart, At the night which has not opened eyes directly, It is neutralized by the light of a mercury lamp or neon, The light of such a star should not burn the skin somehow,Just like of the insect which flies about only in an artificial light as if it avoided the mine, A wall even without the wallpaper of a multi-use building, It gathers only in order to shake the glass on a table by the pressure of sound, Aoi was sung in front of the fellows who think that the eardrum may be torn for this instant.

　Who that is here does not necessarily make a song hear. Although words have a meaning and it becomes a melody, the one expressing She does not do loading the language with feeling. It is not because it is others' words, and the one who expresses does not have language. 

　Just, it is only playing with sound. 

　Its voice is amplified, and it becomes bigger and bigger, and returns into again. 
The thing is merely pleasant. 

　There is the scent of an offensive tight perfume. Offensive air. Feeling of the anger which its voice lures out. Air which is likely to spread and go to this whole town from this floor. How far is my voice amplified? The other side of soundproof  iron door, Stairs of a multi-use building, Asphalt as a mercury lamp begins to illuminate is shaken, An electric shock is received in an artificial light made into pure white of a town, Supposing it spreads infinitely and goes the inside of air, Do I also lose language more than now and go? 

　Why doesn't anger leave me? I am neutral. 
I am not anger or anxiety, either. Even when singing the blues, language is a signal of a free sound. The emitted language still spreads on this floor as feeling. 

　She looks at many layers of the thin sliver chain wound around the wrist. It lit with lighting and has shone finely. There is a neutral me whom anything does not have into the brightness. She becomes somewhat glad. nothing resonates in this floor with this beautiful light unrelated to feeling, it is a new light. 

　The heavy soundproof door of the entrance of a store opens and the boy of the thin finger like a schoolchild enters.In the atmosphere of this floor, the boy looked like one white butterfly which has approached the mercury lamp. 

　When she felt the lighting was hot and she sipped a mouthful water, she desperately wants to have a cigarette,  and she got menthol one from the girl in front of her, and had litten.

　The butterfly danced between tables flutteringly and stopped at the microphone which Aoi had. 

　To be continued