March 20, 2013

3minutes005

Author: Sennendou Taguchi

Illustrator: Won

Haa.

Why did everything end up like this?

During lunch break, I was chatting away with my friends as I ate. It was my daily habit to listen to music and chill out before class started.

Or rather, it was a daily ritual for me before afternoon classes every day to me.

But this ritual was ruined by that person.

What was that “Is that Winter Flappe’s new song?” about?

And what would that person do if I answered no?

She even continued to ask me, “May I listen to it?”

I was an idiot for Okaying it.

The greatest mistake I made was to hand over my earphones.

At that time, I should have just handed over my portable player over to her as well. She would have sat down at her seat in that case, and I could have taken a nice nap quietly.

I did not understand her very well.

We were in the same class, but we hardly talked with each other. All I know was her name and her club activity. Coincidentally, she was in the same club as me, so we would often meet at the bicycle park after school.

The only activity in our club was to say farewell before we returned home, and we might not just meet each other once every month—anyway, that was the kind of relationship we had. We hardly had any interaction.

I never heard of any good rumors, nor did I hear any bad rumors about her.

However, I suppose she was a kind person.

That was because, when she first talked to me, she would show a slightly troubled expression. She would also refuse politely when I handed my earphone to her. She was aware that she was doing something inconsiderate as I was listening to a song.

Even so, she could not just ask me “Please just give me one.”

She sat down on the chair beside me, took the earphone I handed over, and stuffed it in her right year.

Her arm that was poking out from the summer uniform touched my elbow.  The cooling and soft feeling caused my eyes to be naturally attracted to her arm.

—Why did I not reject her?

At this point, I cannot say no. I continue to keep the earphone in my earphone as I pressed the replay button.

It is a short song that started with the singer making a low cappella.

I look at the information of the track, and it is exactly 3 minutes.

She is looking forward to this new song from Winter Frappé .

I thought this was a mini-band. My friends knew the name of this band, and they often appear on music magazines. However, I was the only one who could be considered a fan of their works.

I look at her as she sat beside me.

She glance aside, and her hair is giving off a light fragrance.

—Is she one of their fans too?

Definitely.

If not, why would she react to a weak sound leaked out from the earphone of a male classmate she normally would not talk to?

However, I would not talk to anyone if it were me.

If I hear someone play a similar song in the earphones, I would hurriedly leave and head home to check.

She however did not do so as she immediately went for my earphones, so I suppose she was a rather passionate.

I cannot help but feel happy about it.

To be honest, there were quite a few bands that were better than Winter Frappé . Their lyrics were somewhat immature, and their tunes felt stiff at times.

However, I like this kind of immaturity.

To put it, they are a band that would exemplify the word ‘youth’ when they are on stage.

The manga-like refreshing feeling however felt very delightful.

It feeltslike the members of the Winter Frappé  were still in a fictional school, studying, even though they became adults.

See? The lyrics that were full of youthful melodies symbolized the band.

“…Fufu.”

—Damn it, she is laughing in the same way too!

It seems that my thoughts were seen through, and I cannot help but lower my head.

It had been 30 seconds since I looked at the player.

Oi, hold on. Do I have to hold on in this position for another 2 minutes and 30 seconds?

I lifted my head and looked around the classroom.

Nobody was looking at us. Everyone was seated at their own places. Some were playing Monopoly, some were surfing the net on the phone, 4 people were playing games, and some were biting on snacks and laughing about.

I however hope to be a laughing stock.

If that happens, I will be able to hide my own embarrassment and get away from her.

—Can’t it just end faster?

I did not hate her.

And I did not hate to let her hear.

That was not—

Ah, never mind. How shall I express my feelings now?

Speaking of which, does she not hate to listen to this song with someone like me…?

“…”

She closes her eyes.

She sways her body together with the rhythm.

I can tell from her expression.

She really likes this band.

At this point, I do not listen to many songs. However, I had been replaying the same song over and over again ever since it was sold two days ago.

Speaking of which, she knows the song I am playing in my earphones, yet she did not check the sales date?

She should be able to find out if she went to the internet to search. The Winter Frappé ’s official blog updates every week, right?

She cannot access the net…probably not. She was still playing around with the phone.

However, it has been two years since they last released a new song, and it is reasonable for her to forget. During this time, they had only one band. Even when they appeared on television, they were just part of a recommendation on a local rock band.

Did she go to their live-concert?

On a side note, I never went for that concert. There is a live-concert that was happening in a very large hall, and they would be selling tickets soon. I am wondering what to do.

If I ask about the concert, she will probably tell me about many things related to it.

But if we go together…

Wait, what am I thinking!?

I am not planning for a date! I just want to go to a concert!

However, if she is beside me—I will probably enjoy myself.

Once the refrain ended, there was a short guitar riff.

1 minute and 30 seconds. We are midway through the song.

Speaking of which, it is really hot today…even though we just entered the month of June.

—It is because she is beside me.

I understand very well that my body temperature is rising.

I would often smell the shampooed hair of those long haired guys if it is just the smell of the shampoo used. However, the kind of smell the girls have is different.

It feels a little dizzy…but it can really calm my heart down.

I do not know whether it was because of this smell, but my heart would beat wildly for a while, and then steady itself later.

She is not a beauty, and she is not ugly.

However, her expression when she listens to this song is really—

AHHH, STOP THERE, ME!

Do not think.

I shook off the random thoughts and focused my attention on the music.

Soon, it would be the refrain again.

I touch my heart slightly to calm myself down. it was still beating loudly.

Currently, my heart is beating like a drum being bit.

I look away to avoid concerning myself with this.

As I look on the table—I suddenly saw her fingers.

The fingers that were tapping to the rhythm were long and pretty.

Did she study about some musical instrument?

My stare turned from her fingers to her white skin, and then, I look at her petite shoulders—

And finally, our eyes met.

“Eh!?”

I was overly shocked, and could not help but look away.

Speaking of which, why is she looking here too!?

I am really sorry for doing such suspicious actions! But is it not a crime to look at me with such an innocent look!?

In that case, it is my fault for glancing at her with indecent eyes now, is it?

Ahh, I messed up the rhythm of her fingers. I am really sorry.

I turn my head in the opposite direction, but I see her profile on the corridor’s glass windows.

The glass windows reflect the image of her using both hands to cover her face.

…What is with that kind of reaction?

Damn it, can it end sooner?

I do not have any negative feelings about having to replay the music.

I just want to be liberated as soon as possible.

My daily life is already messed up. It will definitely affect the afternoon lessons.

But this little episode will soon end.

There is a long interlude after the refrain. Ah, the keyboardist is really brilliant. That is really not a human skill.

I cautiously look aside to avoid meeting her in the eyes again, and I can see her smiling.

She is definitely thinking that this keyboardist is really amazing.

After this, the refrain will be sung again, and the entire song will be over.

The strange 3 minutes will end.

In that case, she will be heading back to her seat, and I can prepare for the next class.

Is this not good?

“…”

What shall I say when it is over?

Maybe I should talk about this band after all.

Other than me, no one else is a fan of Winter Frappé . Is she not a precious comrade-in-arm? Maybe, if I can continue talking, we might be able to find something new to talk about.

Ah, it is now the final refrain.

Just give me a little time.

I still want to say something.

Is this good? Is it really good to end without saying anything?

Is there not something to talk about? Like what we feel about this song?

However, I really cannot think of anything. I am an idiot.

At first, I thought that 3 minutes was too long. But right now, I find that it is too short.

Can I reverse time now? Damn it.

—……

The 3 minute song ended.

“Ahh…”

I feel that I should say something, and so, I open my mouth.

But before I could speak, she lowers her head first and says to me.

“Thank you for letting me hear this song.”

“Oh, I see.”

Of course. Thanking first is a basic in conversations.

Then, what shall I reply?

Oi, pull yourself together, me!

There should be things to talk about, like ‘this song is good’, or ‘you really like this band’.

The 3 minutes of thinking time has ended!

I encouraged myself in my heart.

“Th-then…”

And then, she took the initiative again.

“…I-is there something?”

“Can you please let me hear it again?”

Eh?

“That’s because—I didn’t listen to that song properly as my heart was beating loudly…”

—Looks like I still need some time to think again.

6 thoughts on “March 20, 2013

  1. Wow teh ping =D Nice to see translation still going strong despite the projects and education commitments. But i wanna ask, is this short story part of a novel serialization? If so, may i know which series is it from? or just like a doujin short story?

    • It’s actually a compilation of stories produced by the authors at Famitsu Bunko (which includes authors like Nomura Mizuki, Bungaku Shoujo’s author and Baka Test’s author, Inoue Kenji). The theme of the stories the authors have to write are basically interactions between a boy and a girl in 3 minutes. This is the Japanese Title: ショートストーリーズ 3分間のボーイ・ミーツ・ガール, and I plan to host this project here. This is just the first of 19 stories.

      • NICE!!!! Hope to read more of those stories soon =D When i started reading it, it felt weird at first but i got more and more engrossed in it. Keep up the work and thanks for the translations =D

  2. What a fun story~
    Thanks for the translation.

    Teh_Ping, can you put who is the autor and the illustrator of the stories? If is not so much of a burden, of course.

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