More songs by Ninajirachi
Description
The bus to school, one earbud for yourself, the other for your friend - and it seems like the world is still learning to be an adult. Phrases in a notebook, first attempts at GarageBand, a “forty percent” grade instead of praise - but with the feeling that you've opened a door that others haven't noticed.
There is no vocal power in the voice, no musical skill in the fingers, but there is a stubborn desire to try again. Because music is not about perfection, but about how a melody in the kitchen can suddenly become more important than any exam.
The result is not a hit, but an honest soundtrack to evenings on the balcony, to friendship that holds tighter than a guitar strap, and to the joy that there will always be a place in this world for a song - even if it's crooked, but it's yours.