“Um…”  Suddenly he felt rather nervous letting Cha read the page of lyrics. He ran his thumb over the scribbled Dispar? at the top of the page.

Cha stood in front of him, arms crossed over his chest, his face expectant.  Gackt half-expected him to start tapping his foot with growing impatience. 

Chachamaru Fujimura was, after all, quite a formidable figure despite his stature.

“Well?”

“Here,” Gackt finally said, thrusting the music sheet out to him.  The older man took it in his long-fingered hands and read through it.

Then he read through it again.

And again.

He looked up at Gackt, poker-faced, and said, “You’ve been working too hard.”