Bits of happiness
"Phew, finally. I am home." Jasmine climbed up to the most comfortable thing in her life, her bed, after having dinner in Yvette's home, and with a massive bag of chips in her hands. Sadly, she couldn't spend her day relaxing and reading some books, but this wasn't half bad, either.
The only concern was how much of a rollercoaster ride she had today. While chewing on the chips, she thought about the man she met. "Can't believe he writes all those beautiful lines, with an attitude like that." Jasmine got up to her huge bookshelf, one of the things in her house that she is proud of, and took out a book with a red cover from there. Taking it back with her to the bed, she grazed her fingertips over the bright golden font on the cover. "Blind for you," she read out the title in a low voice, before flipping through a few pages. The few words, and the names in there easily took her a few years back, when this book was first out in the market, and she happened to find it in the 'newcomers' collection. She had yet to decide on any career path for herself, as she was still a student doing her bachelor's. But reading this one book made her decide that instant, that she wanted to work in this field. The words in that book were so simple, not so glossy with allegories, or filled with hard comparisons, but the events mentioned there, the emotions described with some easily comparable things people often witness but fail to give a second look, another thought at it, was something that touched her heart. That's when she realized, she wanted to help those who create such a beautiful aspect out of this rotten world full of people's selfish desires. And through this work, she wants to be in the same colorful, sweet world that 'K' creates, and lives in. She wanted to be in the same vicinity as her favorite author. This is why she never had complaints about her work, or dissatisfaction about it. But today, when she found out the person who made the world seem so peaceful through their writing, was the same person who was so bitter in their actual nature, it kind of hurt her.
Just then, her phone buzzed from a notification, causing her to break away from the reminiscence she was in. She took her phone in her hand, and upon looking at the screen, her face beamed in joy. "Goodness, I forgot it's Sunday today." She immediately clicked on the notification, which took her to a streaming platform. And soon, her screen was filled up with a person sitting in front of their camera, with only their upper body up to their neck showing.
"I hope I am not late, gosh." Jasmine frantically typed a few words in the text box under, and sent a text comment on the live chat.
"No, you are not! He just started the live." Someone responded to her comment with another one in the live chat, which made her feel relieved. She would be pretty down if she had missed this live stream, thankfully her phone didn't fail her, even though her memory did.
That's right, apart from being a fan of 'K', and an editor, she has another side to her. She is a big fan of music, and by that, she doesn't mean a particular genre of music, or a particular group or world-famous artist. She is more into music created by people who do it as a hobby. To her, these artists are the best because they are free to add their own unique touch to their music, even if they do some reprises or covers for some famous songs. Among them, this recently famous artist on social media she found randomly became her absolute favorite, to the point she never misses out on any of the live streams he does. The artist has never shown his face, and apart from the fact known from his voice and all those idle chit chats he did in the past that he is a male who has some kind of job as his main occupation, nothing else was known about him in any other media, not even his real name, or face. He never showed his face, not even once. Whenever he came to live, it was always this simple-looking bedroom of his, with tons of books in the background, and CDs on another shelf, and he would be sitting right before it, with a red Gibson in his hands. That's the only identity 'Aoi' has made over the past two years, and that's how his fans know him, with his signature guitar, his extremely gentle voice which soothes the mind, and his music.
"Good evening everyone." Jasmine's thoughts came to a halt by the deep, low voice coming from her phone, and upon looking, she realized Aoi had already taken his seat in front of his usual setting. "Well, I am late tonight, and also Imma disappoint y'all, that today is going to be just an idle chatting session."
It wasn't something unusual, he often did streams like that, where he would just chat about things he liked in music, or maybe talk about other hobbies, and listen to his fans' requests or thoughts about his work. Jasmine didn't mind, because she could detect the happiness in Aoi's voice, when it changes to a cheerful tone easily whenever he talked about music. Hearing someone happily talk about something that makes them happy, made her feel happy too. It makes her realize that very few people have the pleasure of spending their life doing something they like, instead of something they got entrusted against their will, and she felt thankful for her course of life.
"It's because he spent his evening with me, ladies!" Suddenly, there was another voice that was not Aoi's, came from the live video. And soon, a face popped in front of the camera, clearly bending down to make sure they were visible to the audience. "Or maybe... woah looks like you also have male fans, Aniki. Sasuga, Aniki! But sorry fam, he was busy with me all evening, and gonna spend the night with me as well." The boy flashed a wink toward the audience, fully aware of the effect his words would have. But that boy didn't seem to care about it at all, as he flashed a smile as bright as his shiny silver wavy locks of hair.