[The club where Iwai plays with a pretty consummate Dad Band, filling in for their lead guitarist while he heals from a tendon strain, is completely different in atmosphere from Jazz Jin. It's more like the rock bars in Shinjuku, with everyone in fashionably tattered jeans and band t-shirts and the smell of stale cigarette smoke and beer thick in the air - probably not the sort of place where Akechi will feel comfortable, but at least he's got Iwai on stage as a distraction.
And it turns out that Iwai was unnecessarily modest about his abilities, because he can shred. The music's more modern than he tends to like, with lots of 90s funk metal and the odd dip into more straightforward alternative rock, but it's obvious from the lazy grin on his face that he's having the time of his life regardless.
A few minutes after the set ends, Iwai tracks Akechi down. He's not dressed all that differently from what he wears on an average day at the store - just a snug white t-shirt in place of the black turtleneck, a khaki green button-down with rolled up sleeves in place of his jacket, and no hat - but his aura's still infinitely cooler with a guitar bag hanging off one shoulder and a cigarette hanging from his lips instead of a lollipop stick.]
Akechi-kun. [True to his promise, he doesn't even bother sitting down, just gestures to the door. Onstage, another band is already setting up.] Wanna go somewhere we can hear ourselves think?
tinder date with @detectiveprinceakechi
And it turns out that Iwai was unnecessarily modest about his abilities, because he can shred. The music's more modern than he tends to like, with lots of 90s funk metal and the odd dip into more straightforward alternative rock, but it's obvious from the lazy grin on his face that he's having the time of his life regardless.
A few minutes after the set ends, Iwai tracks Akechi down. He's not dressed all that differently from what he wears on an average day at the store - just a snug white t-shirt in place of the black turtleneck, a khaki green button-down with rolled up sleeves in place of his jacket, and no hat - but his aura's still infinitely cooler with a guitar bag hanging off one shoulder and a cigarette hanging from his lips instead of a lollipop stick.]
Akechi-kun. [True to his promise, he doesn't even bother sitting down, just gestures to the door. Onstage, another band is already setting up.] Wanna go somewhere we can hear ourselves think?