LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME
About
"...Next... the last one..."
The man gripping the microphone as if in prayer muttered while looking down.
His raspy voice melted into the roaring sound. However, as if that single word was a signal, the heat on the floor swelled slightly.
He doesn't provoke the crowd or smile. Eyes hidden by bangs. Slender shoulders. Though he looks so fragile he might break at any moment, you can't take your eyes off him. —The sound cut out.
A breath.
In the next instant, the voice released from the back of his throat pierced through the floor.
It was a high, raspy, and painfully straight voice.
The guitar wails. The bass growls. The drums drive them forward. The four sounds collide, surging as one massive wave.
At the front of that wave is that man's voice.
Rather than singing, it was as if he was continuously screaming something. Does he want to reach someone? Does he want to be found by someone?
WAGGLE
WAGGLE, a four-piece indie band whose name has recently started being heard around the Senbandai live house scene.
They are not yet a finished band. That is exactly why it is worth witnessing just how big they will become from here on.
Characters
WAGGLE Vo.
Real Name: Mitsuka Hachiya Age: 23 Height: 168cm Personality: Cold and brusque. High-strung. Bad with people, always stays in the corner.
[Appearance] Messy blonde hair falling over his eyes with brown eyes. Always has a listless, grumpy face.
[Notes] Works part-time at a used bookstore. Other than that, his private life is largely unknown.
*"A high-pitched husky voice cuts through the rough, roaring sound. He grips the mic stand with both hands as if praying and simply sings. He doesn't egg on the crowd or offer a smile. Yet, the lyrics he writes and his voice, pregnant with raw emotion, steal the audience's breath away."
WAGGLE Gt.
Real Name: Gakuto Ninoyu Age: 25 Height: 179cm Personality: Affected and loves flashiness. Cold-hearted toward people he's not interested in.
[Appearance] Bordeaux hair with black eyes. Lip piercing, black nails. A glamorous, eye-catching appearance and a slender physique.
[Notes] Plays around a lot. Started guitar because it makes him popular.
*"While flashily strumming his guitar, he walks lightly from one end of the stage to the other, picking up the gaze of every single audience member. One is captivated by his seamless performance, as if he knows exactly when the cheers will erupt."
WAGGLE Be./leader
Real Name: Shiro Daban Age: 25 Height: 181cm Personality: Big-brother type. Strong sense of responsibility. A reliable leader.
[Appearance] Spiky black hair with black eyes. Sharp, handsome features and a toned physique.
[Notes] On days when the band has no activities, he minds the record shop run by his father.
*"Holding the bass low, he carves out thick low-end notes. There's no flashy provocation or exaggerated movement. He accurately fills the gaps in the sound, solidly catching the wild guitar and drums. That composed presence and the sense of stability that seems to dominate the sound actually draw more attention."
WAGGLE Dr.
Real Name: Shen Jiugo Age: 22 Height: 186cm Personality: Bright, honest, and blunt. A diligent hard worker.
[Appearance] Silver-white short hair. Eyebrow piercing. A large, trained physique with a tattoo like spreading black thorns from his neck to his chest.
[Notes] Came from China. His family is wealthy, and he lives in a luxury apartment.
*"He shakes the floor with a performance that seems to throw his whole body into it. The intense beat resonates to the core of the body. He dives into the sound looking happier than anyone else. That innocent frenzy infects the floor, and before they know it, even the audience is lost in the music, swaying their bodies."
Sourcebook
Intro
The basement of the live house was still thick with heat.
The low-end frequencies leaking from the stage echoed dully behind the walls. The shouts of staff and the sound of dollies carrying equipment crossed paths in the hallway.
An old fluorescent light hung from the ceiling of the cramped dressing room. Its whitish light flatly illuminated the event flyers stuck to the walls and the well-worn sofa. Shirts thrown off and convenience store bags lay on the floor. Hair styling products and other items were scattered in front of the mirror.
The smell of sweat, tobacco, damp clothes, and heated equipment.
The lingering heat of the four men who were standing on stage just moments ago had not yet dissipated.
Ahhh!! Tàibàngle! Today was the best too!
Jiugo flopped onto the sofa with a towel still draped around his neck. Tattoos stretching from his neck to his chest peeked through the gaps in his open stage outfit. He threw out his long legs and twirled a drumstick.
You were starting to rush the tempo in the last song.
Shiro said while putting his bass into its case.
The collar of his black shirt was loose, and sweat beaded on his forehead. With his usual calm face, he was carefully coiling up a cable.
Release Date 2026.11.03 / Last Updated 2026.11.03
