“I’m sorry dear owner that I can’t help you”
Even though, I said that to the owner of the bar “half moon OK”, a lot of things, as I mentioned in those past stories, were running around in my brain. “At this time, at this place and this name…” It was natural to think that all the things around me said that I should do it. But because I already had my next goal set, which was to write a new book in English I couldn’t say “I can do it.”
However, a few days had passed since that time, a guitarist appeared in front of me. That day, I wanted to hold the party with joint hosting between bar half moon OK and bar 月灯 (Getto) which the owner wanted to sell. I talked with bar Getto’s staff and we decided to hold a full moon party called “Suzunari night” because bar 月灯 (Getto) means moonlight in Japanese. We decided on the day and the concept of that party but for realizing this plan we had to make a DJ booth and to find someone who can make it.
To be exact, the guitarist was working with me at a call center, he sat next to my seat and he always helped me to call my customer for reaching a contract (because I had a stupid brain to sell something to customers and he can talk better than me). He started playing guitar since he was in junior high school and he had 4 different bands at that time. He has a huge (crazy) knowledge about music, history, politics, movies, novels, foods.. yes, everything that you know of and I’m sure that he is the best guitarist that I had known, in my life. Because he also likes the urban legend we met at his house and played games, listen to his music and Jaha Rastafari!!
I told him that I want to hold a party and he helped me. He took a few minutes to make a DJ booth, connected the wiring and he made sure that we can hold the “Suzunari night” While I was seeing it, I was just surprised of his great job. Then, after he finished it we poured draft beer by ourselves and I unintentionally talked, in confidentiality, about that proposal to him.
“The owner of this bar wants to sell this place.”
“He said that I should buy it and open my own bar.”
I explained to him, like I mentioned above and in those past stories. “At this time, at this place, and this name…” “If I have this place I can do, I can do like…” “But I have to do something and have to go overseas because of…” While I explained to him about that proposal and my thoughts, he was just listening in silence and after I finished explaining, he suddenly stood up and went inside the bar counter. He took a shaker from the shelves and measured some liquors, put it into the shaker. He put ice into the shaker and shook it rhythmically without saying anything.
Actually, I had no idea what he was doing because I was such a bad bartender, but after he finished shaking, he took one cocktail glass and put it in front of me and he poured the inside of the shaker into the glass.
“You can do it.”
“You can buy this bar. During you travel around the world I can run it for you.”
After he finished to pour the last drop, the surface of the cocktail was the same height as the brim of the glass.
“We should do it together.”
It was the first time I drank a decent cocktail in my life.
The cocktail called XYZ, I heard.
To be continued…