Genius Vocal Vtuber

Scarlet, an indie rock band where I belonged as the vocalist and leader. Eventually, we couldn’t withstand the financial strain and disbanded tonight.

Although everyone acknowledged our talent to some extent, pushing ourselves to the limit in performances, especially me as the vocalist, unfortunately, we didn’t shine as brightly as our skills warranted. Looking back now, it might have been due to my stubbornness.

If only I had participated in a broadcast when people praised me as talented, a genius, a monstrous vocalist. If only I had tried to make our music a bit more mainstream.

I clung to my pride despite having nothing to show for it but my appearance, losing everything in the process. The members reassured each other that everything would be fine until the last day, but it was my fault as the band’s leader and vocalist. They were truly good people. There probably won’t be another chance like this again. What should I do now? I loved rock music so much that I immersed myself in it, neglecting everything else.

“Sigh…”

My journey with music began in middle school. I lost my parents in a childhood accident and grew up in an orphanage. Rock was like salvation to me, someone who couldn’t adapt to school or life.

From powerful vocals to guitar, drums, bass, and more. I immersed myself in the sound, neglecting my studies for the sake of rock music, particularly heavy metal. But this is the result.

While others boast about their qualifications and achievements, I only have a middle school education. I didn’t even complete high school, let alone attend it. Perhaps the only fortunate thing is having a place to live.

From the age of 17, I earned a living by busking on the streets, making just enough to afford a meal or two. The director of the orphanage, who pitied me, provided me with a vacant room and meals. She was truly grateful; I wanted to repay her by succeeding, but here I am.

Late at night.

Perhaps due to arriving much later than planned, the director greets me outside the door. Always quick to notice, she hugs me without saying a word.

“I’m sorry. I’ve always boasted to you about succeeding with the rock band, but the band disbanded tonight…”

My voice trembles at the thought of something well done, and my eyes moisten. I’m embarrassed to death.

“You’ve worked hard.”

“I’m not a child anymore, not one of your wards. The others who grew up with me are already adults, living well… except me. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s alright. It’s late tonight. Let’s go to bed.”