It's like everything's imitating the inertia between us.
Cold play to the public.
Nao always liked the way Saga sings. There was something special about his voice, the way he sang songs. Saga was doing something unimaginable with the microphone, at times like this, it seemed like they were one. And that was strange, because vocals were not Saga's main specialty. And Nao never felt that kind of energy from anyone else. Even from Shaw, who could charm anyone with his voice. But not Nao.
And now that everything was ready to shoot a music video for a song that Saga was so good at backing up, Nao was clearly nervous and hoping to get through the day faster.
It was the fifth hour of the second day of filming. The half-dark pavilion was stuffy. Due to the high humidity of the air at this time of year, even the air conditioners turned on at full power were not saved from the unbearable stuffiness. The guys looked tired, though nobody talked about it out loud. During short breaks, Shaw was chasing water and Hiroto was relaxingly smoking. Tora, not getting out of his chair, just leaned back and closed his eyes. Saga looked the most cheerful, creating an aura of endless enthusiasm and love of life around him. And Nao had already lost count of how many times he hadn't gotten into the rhythm of the shoot and lost control of what was going on. It made him very angry, but he couldn't help it. The reason for his dispersion was so close, so impudent, and too often, as if on purpose, threw significant views at the drummer.
Saga was very satisfied with himself. Today, he managed to do something that not everyone was able to do: take the leader out of balance. A little more, and he will reach the right state.
Saga liked to think that shooting the video, like the song itself, was part of his plan.
It was a vicious circle from which there was no escape. Nothing goes beyond you and me, your lifeless face is so beautiful.
After the break, I wasn't able to adjust to the working mood right away: Nao was still as nervous in the seat as he was three hours ago. He tried very hard not to look at Saga, who, as if on purpose, stood in front of his installation. Nao even had a plan that he was successfully following: look right in front of him, look at plates, look at small drums, group his legs, control his hands. Close your eyes, beat the rhythm, listen to the phonogram and ignore external stimuli. Perfect. Somewhere in my heart Nao hoped that he wouldn't snap before the end of shooting.
But Saga thought differently.
It's worth whispering words into the microphone a little louder, putting a voice over the soundtrack, moving a little more actively to the beat of the music, maybe pressing his lips against the microphone a little bit harder, and the result won't keep him waiting.
After hearing the bassist's husky voice sound louder than usual, Nao got tense and opened his eyes. Saga immediately appeared in sight, driving him mad with one look. His lips were in close contact with the head of the microphone, his thin fingers seemed to fly on the strings, diligently bringing out the next game. Even his posture was so provocative that Nao forgot to think about keeping calm. With his legs slightly apart, Sakamoto shook his hips smoothly into the rhythm of a drummer. Nao caught his gaze, swallowed nervously, and then lost his gaze again, but no one seemed to notice. Saga smiled with satisfaction and turned his eyes away, focusing on the instrument.
Nao's soul was raging with a storm. He knew exactly what their sexy bassist was trying to accomplish and wasn't going to help him at all. Absorbed by these worries, Nao did not immediately notice that the shooting was coming to an end. The phonogram went quiet, the additional lighting went out, the last shots were taken, and Nao realized that he was one of the first to leave the set in the script. He turned abruptly on the chair, put the sticks aside and went up, slowly moving away from the site, where you can stay out of reach of the camera and Sakamoto. At least a couple of minutes.
