| Swaying in the Train Part 1 | ||
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| [Veludo Station: Morning] | ||
| You always come by train, Tsubasa? That must be tiring. | ||
| I do. But I do not hate the feeling of swaying along with the gravity of the train. | ||
| Each car is filled with stories. | ||
| Stories? | ||
| For example, that girl is debating about what color flower she will adorn her locks with. | ||
| That man over there is wondering how best to fulfill his mission in this world. | ||
| (In other words...the girl is debating which hair decoration to use, and the man is thinking about work...or something like that?) | ||
| All humans weave different stories. Those stories are absorbed inside me and become my fuel for the stage. | ||
| Now I get it! By imagining what kind of person they are, that helps make you a better actor! | ||
| That is correct. And the more vivid that image is, the more I can change others and the world. | ||
| Swaying in the Train Part 2 | ||
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| [Veludo Station: Morning] | ||
| And the more vivid that image is, I can change others and the world. | ||
| Huh. That's deep. | ||
| (Tsubasa's good at imagining the world of people around him and characters in a play.) | ||
| However...this skill is at once a blessing and a curse. | ||
| Power often that not hurts its owner. | ||
| What do you mean? | ||
| When I reflect a human's story inside my heart... I sometimes get engulfed in that image, and my mind starts to race. | ||
| Or if I use my power too much, the noise of the people and the rhythm of the train turns to a lullaby, luring me to darkness. | ||
| And when that happens... I lose my destination. | ||
| ...Right. | ||
| So you get too into imagining things or oversleep and end up missing your stop, right? | ||
| Some people may explain it like that. | ||
|
Story Clear |
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