I'll show you true music!

From out of Ken’s pocket, a gloved hand took hold of Kodokuna’s hand without a second thought. The grip was precise, but just a touch loose. Enough that Ken would be free to slip loose whenever it pleased him, but grip fast enough to keep his new associate from getting free. 

“Done and done. I see no reason to keep you from the style and talent you hone. I will have the proper contracts sent here later for your review and signing.”

With that sealed, the producer released another slow sigh of cool watery relief. Another deal made, another task brought to bear… This one wouldn’t be too difficult to promote. Especially given the rising popularity already made by the appearance alone. 

“That’s what I wanted to hear. As long as you keep doing your part of the deal, I’ll make sure I keep up my own. It’s nice doing work with you too. Also, just Kodokuna is fine with me.”

He never was really one to enjoy honorifics for some odd reason. It made him feel like the person was trying to hold him up to a higher value when in reality he felt like everyone was worth the same value. Everyone was important in his mind, even the ones that he holds rage towards.

Turning around, he started to walk back towards his guitar. Picking it up, he looked at it for a few seconds and closed his eyes. After a few seconds, he plugged it into the amp and turned his head towards the other.

“The same offer I make to every club that interests me. I want to be your producer.” 

From idols to acts, from battlegrounds to courtrooms, every club in the school was allocated space in order to perform their duties. And behind as many as he could manage… Kenichi had been doing his best to pull strings. Crafting stages, putting out marketing, recruiting stagehands and assistants from all sectors to make sure the performances shined like they wanted to. 

After all, not every club leader had the ability to make their club more than a showcase for their own personal talents, excellent though they may be. That was where Kenichi’s talent shined… Manipulation of the odds. 

As such, with a particularly devilish grin across his lips, the producer let one hand into his pocket, the other still holding his cigarette. Cool wisps flowed through his lungs, letting him approach the rock star without issue. Without fear of reprisal. With confidence. 

The club had already done a few shows for the school, to show that it wasn’t just a group of people that would just sit in their music room and play for themselves. He wanted for others to experience what real music was, to experience his music, the music he fell in love with. 

The deal, was most likely one of the best things that was going to be for the club. After thinking it over to himself, a small sigh escaped his lips. He was going to spread this music one way or another, and if this was the fastest way then so be it.

Giving a small nod, the male looked at the producer that stood in front of him. “Fine, I’ll take the deal. Under one thing, you only grab the venues and such, we will play he music we wish to play. That’s the deal I want to make, take it or leave it.”

“Column A, Column B… I can enjoy both.” 

Without so much as a hint of hesitation, the producer stepped within the club room with a cursory glance about the place. Red eyes darted about for a few seconds, before settling back on the guitarist before him. The newly arrived 2 Star Rock Club prez had been making waves among certain one-stars, particularly in Kenichi’s own fellow division of Non-Athletics. Something about rock stars and groupies and idols. Ken just had to see what all the fuss was about. 

“Normally, people pick one or another. Someone seems to enjoy being an overachiever.”

 Seeing that he wasn’t here to just annoy him, the guitarist choose to put a small filter on his words. Mostly since the other was here for some business with the club and was also a Two-star like him, so he should show some respect. Even if it’s just a little bit of it, by not being a complete dick.