Bassist

Falling in love with music is one thing, but falling in love with a bass player, and a left-handed one at that... No amount of “rational arguments” can help here. Everything becomes a song, every note sticks to your heart, and the noise of the city dissolves into a single rhythm. Even your own playlist turns into a confession, a diary where chords and fingers played to the point of itching replace ink.

Eternal Tokyo, with its lights and endless crowds, suddenly becomes a chamber stage: the spotlight falls only on it, and all around is applause, as if it were a rehearsal for great love. And it doesn't matter how serious this feeling is - a teenage whim or an adult obsession. The main thing is that it plays louder than any speakers and is not going to turn off at the “encore.”