彡(゜)(゜) “I am Adolf Hitler. A future great artist.”

(´･ω･`) “I'm August Kubizek.”

I'm the son of a furniture maker.

( ¯灬¯ ) “Good job. Here's this month's pay.”

(´･ω･`) “Thank you.”

( ˙灬˙ ) “Are you going to see the opera again?”

(´･ω･`) “Uh, yeah.”

( ¯灬¯ ) “I see... Well, you can do whatever you want with your free time.”

(´･ω･`) .｡oO (Every day, I do the same mechanical work.)

But is this really what my life should be like?

The only thing I look forward to is going to the opera with the money I get.

Well, it's only pocket money, so I can only stand and watch.

The spot under that pillar is my secret prime seat.

Huh? Someone's already there.

┃Pillar┃

彡(ﾟ)(ﾟ)

(;´･ω･` ) .｡oO (Oh well.)

I'll just lean against this wall and watch.

Today's play is “Der Freischütz.”

♬♪♪♪

(´^ω^｀) .｡oO (Ah, it's good. It's good!)

It heals all my fatigue.

Really... art gives me courage.

( ;´-ω-` ) .｡oO (But...)

The pillar is a little in the way.

If he weren't there, I could see better.

Come to think of it, he took my spot last time too...

彡(ﾟ)(ﾟ)← I observed my rival, .

The pale, slender young man was captivated by the stage, his eyes shining.

He always dressed neatly and seemed reserved.

He clearly came from a better family than me.

Boo.

( ´-ω-` ) .｡oO (Intermission... already halfway through.)

I want to enjoy this moment forever.

(´･ω･`) .｡oO (Hmm, anyway...)

The music and production of today's performance are good, but...

彡(-)(-) “The singer is a bit off.”

Σ( °ω° )

(´^ω^｀) “Exactly! The singer is ruining it.”

That one sentence was the “trigger.”

(´･ω･`) (ﾟ)(ﾟ)ミ

November 1904. That's when I met him.

I was amazed at how quickly he picked things up.

In terms of comprehension, he was definitely better than me.

But when it came to musical sense, I felt like I was better than him.

(´^ω^｀) (^)(^)ミ

Our conversations were all about the stage.

We agreed on everything, and I felt a sense of joy.

彡(-)(-)(´･ω･`)

But he never talked about himself.

So I didn't talk about myself either.

Our nameless relationship continued for a while.

Usually, we would say goodbye at the theater,

but that day was different. I ended up going home with him.

As we parted, he introduced himself.

“Adolf Hitler,” he said.