I just watched one of the most beautiful anime series that spoke and emphasized so much on music. It may look silly to some people who thinks this is some high school drama but I could totally feel the passion of the writer when he wrote the storyline.
This story tells us about a girl named Haruka Nanami, who dreams of becoming a composer and someday writing a song for her favorite idol who saved her from what she was struggling; to adapt living in the city, having to live at the countryside since young due to her poor health condition. She then entered a music academy and from there, she met a group of young talents who aspire to be song idols in the music industry.
What touched me most is that this young group of 6 guys shared the same dream but had different pasts that fuels them to pursue their future together. It was especially touching when they all only wanted the same girl to compose music for them to sing.
One episode was so heartwarming because I could feel God’s presence touching a character in the anime. He had been struggling with his aim and found it very hard to breathe but when he heard someone sang “Amazing Grace”, that was the very first time he felt something lifting his soul and he finally felt hope. That 4.25 minutes of scene was so beautifully scripted. It was the first time I’ve heard in a long time the original version of Amazing Grace, so beautifully sung and portrayed through an anime character.
I’m always so amazed with God’s works and music is definitely one of His best creation. Music can do so much magic. It brings the world together despite the different language we speak. It connects souls and speaks of words we can’t even utter sometimes. Music is so beautiful and so beautiful is The Creator.
This anime is a must watch! Just found out that there’s a season two to it. Definitely gonna watch it when I’ve got the time! :D
A real mother is the most wonderful person in the world. She’s someone who loves and cares for you and tells you stories. She’s the angel voice that bids you good night, kisses your cheek, whispers, “Sleep tight.”
Wave upon wave of crimson supporters was pouring over the barriers into the field. Hands were raining down on their backs. Harry had a confused impression of noise and bodies pressing in on him. Then he, and the rest of the team, were hoisted onto the shoulders of the crowd. Thrust into the light, he saw Hagrid, plastered with crimson rosettes – “Yeh beat ‘em, Harry, yeh beat ‘em! Wait till I tell Buckbeak!” There was Percy, jumping up and down, like maniac, all dignity forgotten. Professor McGonagall was sobbing harder even than Wood, wiping her eyes with an enormous Gryffindor flag; and there, fighting their way toward Harry, were Ron and Hermione. Words failed them. They simply beamed as Harry was borne towards the stands, where Dumbledore stood waiting with the enormous Quidditch Cup.