I'm on the committee again, the preservation committee for the spring planting festival. It's one of the biggest public celebrations in town, held at the shrine where I play the drums (taiko) every Tuesday night. It's actually my membership in that percussion troupe that has opened the doors to this inner sanctum I won't even pretend to know anything about. While everybody else in the drumming group, dubbed "The God of Light Drummers," quickly came up with a plausible excuse for not being able to attend the planning committee meeting, I automatically said, "yes," before I even understood what was being asked of me (unlike everyone else in The God of Light Drummers I'm usually in the dark). Which is exactly what I have to do at the committee meeting, just automatically say "yes" to every motion brought to the floor.
Kamezo and Otsuru, the "king and queen"
of the festival
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