Today’s Throwback Thursday post proves that – however long it takes – everything ends up in a story. When we went to Japan in the autumn of 2015, one item on my to-do list was location research. I wanted to see Ueda Castle where, legend has it, Sanada Yukimura assembled his ten braves – a modern equivalent of the avengers, maybe. I also wanted to find locations in and outside of Tokyo to use for the Power of Zero spinoff FanBait. And yes, that’s 75k done and sitting on my WiP stack waiting for Jack and Gareth’s story to catch up.
But in between the research and sightseeing we found a lot of places and made many memories that stayed with me and that periodically turn up in my writing. A bakery queue in Asakusa, the way Tokyo is almost silent at 3am, the most psychedelic bar that I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams, cat cafes, beer halls with old newspapers on the walls, and this… early Christmas decor – this was taken on November 18th – while we were out in shorts and t-shirts at 7pm at night.
And that’s not the only thing I loved about this sight…
Matisse finds Inspiration – An excerpt from Starstruck, Rock & Art Theft #2
They debated sushi vs. tempura vs. yakitori while Finch paid for his purchases, and then headed out of the store and onto a busy thoroughfare lined with restaurants and backed by a stage-worthy lightshow. Toto-san had told them that they stood on top of the world’s busiest railway station, where more than 3.5 Million people passed through every day. As he looked at the avenue of trees, swathed in lights and gently swaying in the evening breeze, Matisse couldn’t imagine it. The place didn’t feel like somewhere a third of London’s population rushed and jostled. It seemed too… peaceful.
A snatch of a tune floated at the back of Matisse’s mind, and a line of lyrics. Something about banishing the burdens of the dark. He tried to catch the wisp, hold fast to it and follow where it led, but—
“Batteries totally drained?” Finch enquired from beside him.
Matisse shook his head. “Idea.”
“Ah.” The drummer nodded sagely. “You want to keep standing here? We’re all ready to eat, but we can send out a beer.”
Matisse shoved him away. The mood that had sparked the idea for the song was gone. The wave of feel-good happy he’d been riding since they’d landed in Narita was surging back. He was in Tokyo. Last stop on their tour. They had time to explore a little before the final concert and then they’d be headed home. For a good long while.