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KATE DENSON - (2018/06/14 (木) 19:56:34) のソース
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難易度:初級
*キャラ説明
*人物紹介
ケイト・デンソンの最初の記憶は、ある朝学校で習った曲を家族の前で歌い、家族に広がる笑顔を眺めたことだった。曲のような単純なことが人々をとても幸せにすることができるのを見て、彼女が人生でやりたいことを決めた。
ケイトはギターに手が届いたらすぐに練習し始め、８歳になる頃には人前で演奏するようになった。母親はケイトの夢を叶えるためにできることを全てやり、ペンシルベニア州から南部、さらにはナッシュビルに引っ越した？
ケイトはフォークミュージックの大会で優勝したが、彼女の才能は参加する度に彼女を勝たせ他者を蹴落とした。ケイトはそれを望んでいなかった。彼女は人々の心に触れる道、ただそれだけを望んでいた。人々の世界の悩みを忘れさせ、単純に楽しませたかった。例え一瞬だけだったとしても。
自由を謳歌できる年齢になった。彼女は古いシェビー(アメリカのGMが販売する自動車ブランド、シボレーの愛称)のトラックを買い、放浪するすることができるようになった。どこに停まっても、ファンと新しい友達と出会えた。彼女のストーリーはは岩がごつごつしたようなものではなく、ギターと多分良いバーボンで１日を終わらせるものであった？
日が照りつける祭から暗くて居心地がいいバーまで、人々は彼女の声と友情、家族、愛と故郷を謳った自作の曲に聞き入った。
このような感情は決してリップサービスではなかった。彼女はできる限り故郷に帰ろうとした。彼女のコミュニティを助けてやり、地元の子供たちを広い世界の話で楽しませた。彼女はこれを今までやってきたことと同じ、人々を支える恩返しだと見なした。
故郷は彼女が一番ひらめく場所だった。町の回りにある森で長い散歩をするのを愛した。獣道を探検し、歌を作るための静かな場所を見つけた。彼女には何度も帰ってくるお気に入りの場所があった。
木に囲まれた自然の窪みは何千年も前に風に吹き飛ばされたようだった。
彼女は自然とさらには地球にも強いつながりを感じていた。彼女の心を森に覆わせ、ひらめきを得た。
彼女はギターを取り、演奏した。指がギターの上を踊る。今回彼女が作った曲はいつものアガルような曲とはうってかわって、はるかに憂鬱で、さらには暗くなっていた。この曲を終わらせるためか、何かが彼女を歌わせ続けた。
以降建築中…
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One of Kate Denson's earliest memories was standing in front of her family, singing a song that she'd learned that morning at school, and watching smiles spread across their faces. Seeing how something as simple as a song could make people so happy was the moment when she knew what she wanted to do with her life.
She practised, learned the guitar as soon as she was big enough to reach over it, and was performing in front of crowds by the time she was eight years old. Her mother did everything she could to fulfil Kate's dreams, taking her all over their home state of Pennsylvania, then across the South, and even to Nashville itself.
Kate won folk music competitions and talent shows whenever she participated, but for her to win others had to lose, and that wasn't in her nature. She only wanted an outlet, a way to touch people's lives. To make them forget the worries of the world and just enjoy themselves, if only for a while.
With age came a new-found freedom. She bought a battered old Chevy truck and was able to travel around by herself, meeting fans and making new friends wherever she stopped. Hers wasn't a story of rock excess though: just the road, her guitar and maybe a good bourbon to end the day.
From sun-baked festivals to dark and cosy bars, people flocked to her voice and her self-penned songs of friendship, family, love and home.
These sentiments weren't just lip-service: she made sure to return home as often as she could, to help out in her community and entertain the local children with her tales of the wider world. She saw it as a way of giving back, of supporting others in the same way she had been.
It was home where she found most of her inspiration as well. She had always loved to take long walks in the woods around her town, exploring off the beaten track, finding a quiet spot to play and write her songs. She had a favourite location she returned to time and time again, a natural hollow, encircled by trees, that looked almost as if it had been blasted out of the rocks thousands of years ago.
Here she felt a strong connection to nature, and to the Earth itself. She let her mind be enveloped by the forest and it rewarded her with constant inspiration.
She picked up her guitar and played, her fingers dancing across the fretboard. The music that she made this time was unlike her usual uplifting tunes, being much more melancholy, even dark. Still, something compelled her to continue, to finish the song.
Around her, the leaves vibrated in unison with the guitar strings and the boughs of the trees lengthened, coalescing into a living form. Spider-like legs descended from the canopy above, grasping for her. Regaining her senses, she grabbed a rock and tried to beat them back, but their skin was hard as iron and the rock simply bounced off and skittered away.
The legs coiled like tendrils around her limbs and lifted her towards the darkness overhead. Fog rolled across the clearing, obscuring both Kate and the creature of nightmares that drew her up towards itself.
When the fog cleared, there was no sign of any struggle, or of life. Just an acoustic guitar, the scratch plate engraved with flowers; as well as the initials KD, inlaid in mother of pearl.
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