No, this isn't right...
(It doesn't go with Kanade and Mafuyu's song at all.)
(I think I chose too many bright colors.
Time to start over...)
...
(I feel like I've been telling myself that I'm wrong a lot lately...)
(This might've started after Mafuyu learned how to write different lyrics compared to usual.)
(What is this...?
I've definitely felt this before...)
<Hello? Are you all here?>
<I'm here...>
Oh, it's time already?
And... Unmute.
<Hey, I'm here too.>
<Alright, we're all here on time!>
<Shall we get started?>
<Oh, can I say something before we do...?>
<Yes, Enanan?>
<It's about my rough draft for our next song.
I'm kinda stuck. Mind taking a look at it for me?>
<Yeah, I'll take a peek!>
<Me too.
Can you send it through Nightcord?>
<Alright, it's sent...>
<Let's see...>
<How is it...?>
<It isn't bad...>
<You've captured the theme for this song and the colors seem right...>
<However, it seems blurry for some reason...>
<Hmm... I think I know what you mean. It's like you're lost or not sure what to do, you know...?>
<I'm lost...?>
<What do you think, Yuki?>
<...>
<It's okay...>
<It matches what K's envisioning with her song, but...>
<But...?>
<Is this really everything...?>
<Huh?>
<It's as if you want to speak out, but don't know how...>
<Is this really everything you're trying to say?>
<What I want to say...?>
(Is she talking about what I felt after hearing Kanade's song and seeing her lyrics...?)
(If that's the case, she's right. I haven't been able to express that at all...)
Shinonome, as it stands, your current mindset will only hinder you from growing further as an artist.
...
<Is everything okay, Enanan?>
<Yeah, it's nothing...>
<Are you sure...?>
<We still have time.
Let's keep thinking about it together.>
<I'll try coming up with a better storyboard too!>
<Okay, thank you.>
(That's it...)
(It's the same thing I felt back then.)
(Between Mafuyu's lyrics and Kanade's music, it's like everyone's finding new ways to express what they're feeling... While I get left behind...)
(If I actually do get left behind...)
(If I can't figure out a way to illustrate our group's music...)
(No, I don't want that to happen...)
(I have to keep drawing. I have to find a way...)
(Composition, colors, technique...
I have to study more and figure out how to turn our group's music into art.)
(But...)
(I know it's easier said than done.
Because I spent so much time in that place...)
(There's no place in visual art for those who decide not to show up for two years...)
Alright, this looks good...
(A pretty good drawing if I do say so myself. Mr. Yukihira won't have any choice but to praise me today.)
Time's up. Bring your drawings forward and I'll begin reviewing your work.
Let's start from that end.
Whose is this?
I-It's mine!
What do you think, Mr. Yukihira?
Ah, Futaba Natsuno.
Yes... It's rather appalling.
!
It's as if you forgot that a third dimension exists. What were you looking at all this time?
I... Um...!
...
It's the most fundamental part of drawing sculptures. If you were looking for depth, you should've focused on...
(As grouchy as ever, huh...?
Everyone's gone completely quiet too.)
(But that's not going to be enough to discourage me.)
Alright, next.
Whose is this?
It's mine! How is it?
Ah, Shinonome.
Let's take a look.
This composition isn't bad...
Your motif here appears well presented.
*Gasp*
Thank you very much!
(H-He praised me...!
Mr. Yukihira actually praised me...)
However, you get a zero for texture.
If anything, this looks more like a bronze statue.
What...?
Focus on making better use of intermediate tones and value more next time. Anyway, who's next...?
P-Please, have a look!
...
Alright, that's enough for today.
Good work, everyone.
Thank you very much!
Ugh... Work on using intermediate tones...?! Does he not realize I've been coming here for five years now...?!
(Dad did say that Mr. Yukihira's a pretty strict teacher, but it's almost as if he hates praising people...)
(He has won a bunch of big awards though...
Plus, a lot of his students are trying to get into Tokyo Art University, so it is a pretty high-level class.)
(But that sourpuss of a teacher actually praised me for once. He said, “This composition isn't bad.” He never tells anyone else that.)
(I guess it's no wonder since I'm gonna be a famous artist just like my dad...)