Theme: “Careful, Fragile” ~ the screen of my iPhone got broken. ~ PART ONE

It was during the spring tour in my home town, Nagano; on the first of the 2 Day tour there, I was in a familiar dressing room of a familiar live house.

There were only a few concerts left of the tour. I got absent-minded and it, my phone, simply slipped out of my hand.

It was time to get made-up, so I reached out to take it from its place on the table.

And then it slipped through my fingers and fell on the ground.

So, it broke.

Cracked, to be precise.

Since several years ago, I began thinking I should to stop pampering my cellphone. So I removed it from the protection of its case and screen protector.

One reason was because I was listening to an acquaintance talk about how somehow or another his electronic appliances and equipment would often break.

“Thinking on it, I don’t really encounter a lot of situations where I’d break something…” Was what I was thinking. I thought that was because of the difference in the way we treated our things.

With the cellphone cover on it gets heavier and you can’t use it like it was originally designed to be used. The beauty of the touchscreen is also reduced by half because of the screen protector. I started to feel weird about doing those things (protecting the phone) so I decided to stop spoiling my phone.

So with that, I also started treating my phone more roughly. Or perhaps I should say I wasn’t being as over protective.

Ever since then, a lot of weird things have happened to my iPhone.

I hadn’t encountered those weird things before, and I knew it was because of how I was treating the phone. But even then, nothing had cracked my phone screen.

Every time I’ve heard or seen someone’s broken phone I’d wonder how badly they’d been treating it.

But then it happened to me. As it had before, it fell from my hand. It wasn’t a special moment.

It had happened before.

That was it, I thought.

But, it was different from before.

It got beautifully cracked.

I never thought the phone screen cracking would happen to me.

But it suddenly visited me.

I got the image of one day being told I have a terminal disease.

Or of one day discovering that someone I wanted to be with forever was suddenly taken from this world.

Surely, the iPhone slipped through my hand to tell me this.

This happened just before the tour finished. As if to say I would need to communicate this feeling in the show.