adjudicators

re:quest [tension] - chapter 1

I hope everyone’s having a wonderful summer vacation so far (if you’re not on vacation, then I’m sorry). But anyways, every week or so I’ll be posting the translations of the short stories from Tokyo Ghoul:re[quest], the 4th TG light novel. I’ll be starting off with the 1st chapter out of 6 for the short story “tension”, which is about the CCG art festival and features Ui and Hairu, along with the other members of the CCG. I hope you enjoy it!

(Thank you @tokyo-ghoul-out-of-context for proofreading.)


“‘Recruiting artwork for the CCG art festival’…?”

It was that time of year when the raging winter winds pierced the skin, dead leaves swaying about. First Class Investigator Ihei Hairu of the S1 squad of the CCG stopped at the unfamiliar words.

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How having an amazing teacher can change your life

Get ready for one long text post.

I started playing horn in seventh grade and I was really shy, like hopelessly shy. Playing in front of people was impossible for me. My middle school music teacher was annoyed by it, but didn’t do much to change it. So I just never played solos. Ever.

Then I started high school. It was horrifying walking into the music for the first practice. I was one of two horns in the entire school. The other one was in 11th grade so I was all alone in jr. Band. And then the music teacher walked in. And everything went down hill from there.

This man was the most egotistical person I’ve ever met. (We took coach buses everywhere we went cause it was good for our ‘image’, it’s uncommon to take a coach bus here) He didn’t care how bad he made us feel when we screwed up. If it wasn’t perfect he wasn’t happy, cause that meant we wouldn’t get gold at festival and that’s all he cared about. He made that very clear. I practiced so hard to be able to play the way he wanted me to. It only made my previous anxiety about playing worse. I cried so much during rehearsal and he didn’t care he just kept going and basically told me to get it together.

When band class started in second semester of that year. I couldn’t play in front of people without bursting into tears. My final solo was a disaster. After that, I wanted to put down my horn and never play again.

But I played again next year. He needed his horn player. I was “important to the integrity of the band” He convinced me to come back and It was a little better.

Until the musical started. We did into the woods as our musical and everyday after school for three months I had to deal with his need for perfection. I was told I wasn’t good enough, everyday for three months. It wasn’t a typical conductor saying we weren’t going to be ready to perform a piece. He said we were horrible. I started crying once and he told me to “get it together, real performers don’t cry” All he did was berate me and others. I hated myself.

When our longer weekend practices started we would break for half an hour for dinner. One day we were screwing one part up. He wouldn’t let us eat until we played it perfectly. By the time we did we had five minutes to shove food down our throats, or what was left of it after the cast ate anyway. It was the lowest I’d ever felt in my life. We are high school students, not professional players.

But then it all changed. For the better (thank god)

I moved about a year ago, just after we finished our musical and started at a new high school this year, so I had a new music teacher. I remember the first day walking into the music and instead of a gloomy, hateful atmosphere. It was loud and happy place and everyone was laughing and a shoe went flying through the air. I approached the music teacher and told her I play horn. She was giddy. She told me about all the bands they have at the school and about the music they play and stuff they do, and before I knew it I was going to fall music camp.

It was the most fun I’d ever had with music ever. I made so many friends and began to come out of my shell. She complemented my playing and instead of berating me when I played it wrong she would help me. She made me excited to play my instrument, something I hadn’t felt in two years. Recently for a solo in class, she brought in her own horn and played with me so I could hear how it sounded and felt. She nor any of my band mates made me feel horrible about myself again. I’ve only ever cried once at a rehearsal this year. I started to get way more confident. I can play when she calls on me. It’s hard to believe I’ve only been at this school for seven months.

I told my new teacher at the beginning of the year, right off the bat, I would never play a solo for her.

Today, at festival, I played a solo in front of a heck of a lot of people and an adjudicator.

I have no idea why I kept playing horn at my old school when he made me feel so bad about myself. But that doesn’t really matter now. I’m happy at my new school and really proud of how far I’ve come. It really goes to show you what the difference between a good and bad teacher can make for a student.

re:quest [tension] - chapter 2

This is my first time translating a novel (as opposed to manga), so it’s been an interesting experience. I’ve had to take more liberties than usual in translating the story, such as rearranging the lines, combining and splitting up sentences to make the story flow better. It’s taking roughly around 4-5 days to translate and proofread a chapter, so it looks like I’ll be able to post a chapter once, maybe twice a week.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy chapter 2 of “tension”, the short story that features Ui and Hairu and the CCG art festival. For those who haven’t read it, chapter 1 can be found here.

(Thank you @kanekikenunot and @tokyo-ghoul-out-of-context for proofreading.)


“…You’re going to be the special adjudicator!?”

Standing in front of Hairu and Ui was Arima Kishou. The man with hair devoid of colour, who carried an unearthly air around him, had just returned from a mission. The two had run into him by chance and had greeted him, and it was there that they learned about this unexpected news.

That Arima was to be the special adjudicator for the CCG art festival.

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A silly (and messy) little comic about my thoughts on a particular bit of Bleden Mark’s dialogue. 

Mark skulking around, trying to figure out which side of Tunon’s bread is buttered was the first thing I thought of when I saw this line of dialogue. XD

(Anyways I kind of gave up with this one, since I took too long of a break from it because of finals, and then came back sort of resenting it for being “old”.)

[S]:Collapse

mayhaps im just repeating what someone else has already said and said better but [S]:Collide needed to be way smarter than it was 

like. i genuinely think hussie wrote the scene and its prior framing around the striders, terezi, vriska, and john and/or roxy, and then tossed in the rest w/o regard to what could reasonably be deemed a satisfying ending to their arcs.

here’s what could have been tighter:

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A Reminder

As audition season continues and results start to come in-

‘No’ is the worst thing that they can say.

‘No’ does NOT mean the following: that you are a bad musician, that you are a bad student, or that you aren’t as good as whoever you were comparing yourself to.

‘No’ DOES mean the following: the timing isn’t right for you to be there, or it wouldn’t be a good fit for you, or that they just don’t have room in your studio at the moment.

(And, a lot of the time, if you contact the adjudicators they will usually be more than happy to give you pointers on what they look for and how to improve!)

Having a bad audition does not make you a failure or mean that you shouldn’t pursue your dream. It might feel like the end of the world, but it won’t be.

It just means that there are going to be other opportunities that you haven’t gotten to just yet.

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