“Naru, i think you know what I mean, but as long as you keep playing guitar, you can’t avoid her, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.”

—She’s the guitarist who made me frustrated with guitar.

I’m talking about Anne Meyer.

She was the perfect guitar heroine with an outstanding technique and a great sense of style.

She is now regarded as the most beautiful guitarist in the world who played the most beautiful melodies.

She formed a guitar unit with her father at an early age and she was active professionally as a manouche jazz player and a flamenco pro. By the time I met her, she had already made a name for herself as a promising young guitarist.

At the time, I was being spoiled by my friends and the adults around me, and I had pletely lost sight of myself.

 The son of the guitar prodigy Otonashi Jin, who has won numerous petitions.

Without giving in to that title, I myself won all the petitions in japan and continued to grow.

It was during this time that I met her at an overseas guitar petition.

I didn’t like the fact that she was being treated the same way.

Naturally, I won the petition, and I thought that was the end of her being pampered.

But the result was a disaster.

I was not satisfied with the result and challenged her to a guitar battle.

There I was shown the difference in our ability.

If it was just pure technique, I might have been better than her.

But my performance was very shallow pared to hers.

I pletely lost confidence.

Because of our ability, I realized what she was really capable of.

After that, I became afraid to play guitar.

I had a flashback of my confrontation with her, and one day I refused to even pick up the guitar.

Rin encouraged me, saying that my technique was not inferior to hers and that it was just the difference in experience from her professional career.

I tried my best to live up to Rin’s expectations.

But reality was harsh.

After my disastrous defeat, my friends and the adults around me, who had been so supportive to me, left me.

I realized that I was just a clown.

But it was all too late…..I became more and more depressed.

Finally, I stopped playing guitar.

If I hadn’t played guitar, I would never have felt this way.

I regretted my decision to bee a guitarist.