Kenji

  Mike was opening the door of his studio looking back like some thief.Something misunderstood going on his head.Thoughts mixed.Just with the third time he could get a key to the lock and door finally has opened.
  He sat on the chair with laptop,at first pushing in flash card.
-Here is it...
  On the screen has appeared file with the name "Kenji".
Having thought once again he decided.Pressed to the file.
  This.
New sounds for the song.He composed them yesterday at night.
-Damn..
  Mike rubed temples.Again.This past.No.He decided.He will do.For father.
Opened his notebook.Eyes have been staring at old well known lyrics...
   "My father came from Japan in 1905
    He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan
    He,he...he worked until he was able to buy this patch
    And build a store.

    Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream.
    I don't know why I have to tell  it but I know what it means,
    Close your eyes,just picture the scene,
    As I paint it for you,it was World War II,
    When this man named Kenji woke up,
    Ken wasn't a soldier.
    He was just a man a family who owned a store in LA,
    That day,he crawled out of bed like he always did.
    Bacon and eggs,with wife and kids.
    He lived on the second floor of a little store he ran,
    He moved to LA from Japan,
    They caled him "immigrant",
    In Japanese,he'd say he was called "Isei",
    That meant "first generation in the United States".
    When everyone was afraid of the Germans,
    afraid of the Japs,
    But most afraid of a homeland attack,
    And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat,
    His world went black 'cause
    Rigth here,from page news
    Three weeks before 1942,
    "Pearl Harbours Been Bombed And The Japs Are Comin"
    Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin',
    Ken knew what it would lead to.
    Just like he guessed the President said:
    "The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away"
    They gave Ken a couple of days,
    To get his whole life packed in two bags.
    Just two bags,couldn't even pack his closes.
    Some folks didn't even have a suitcase to pack anything in.
    So two trash bags was all they gave them.
    When the kids asked him:"Where are we goin'?..."
Pictures changing one another in his head.
His pictures.
Hunger,fear and blood everywhere...and his family with some hope to rescue.
But he continue to read:
    "...Nobody even knew what to say to them.
    Ken didn't wanna lie,he said  "The US is lookin' for spies,
    So we have to live in a place called "Manzanar",
    Where a lot of Japanese people are".
    Stop it.Don't look at the gunmen,
    You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin'
    If you gonna run or not.
    'Cause if you run then you might get shot
    Other than that try bout it, been so crouded.
    Someday we'll get out it,someday,someday.

    As soon as war broke out
    The G.I came and they just come to the house and
    "You have to come"
    "All the Japanese have to go".
    They took Mr.Lee
    People didn't understand
    Why did they have to take him?
    Becouse He's an innocent labourer.

    So now they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them,
    Every day,every night look down at them,
    From watch towers up on the wall,
    Ken couldn't really hate them at all.
    They were just doin' their job and
    He wasn't gonna make any problems.
    He had a little garden with vegetables and fruits,
    That he gave to the troops in a basket his wife made.
    But in the back of his mind,he wanted his families life saved.
    Prisoners of war in their own damn country,
    What for?..."
-What for?What for?
Mike has closed eyes with hands.Tears?No.They dryed up a long time ago.
For what all this war?To whom it gave the happiness?If it can be possible to bring back everything...wind off the years.Here wouldn't be so much deaths.Then it have to wind off the past for this day in somebody's head have come idea about making weapon.Weapon-instrument of the murder.But it isn't the case to kill.
Thoughts mixed.He wasn't thinking about it.In front of Mikey's eyes was the face of human which always example of real man to him.Whole his life.
  Shinoda was trying to become a human which Kenji could be proud of.He wanted to feel it...how Kenji clap on his shoulder and delightfully say:"I'm proud of you".
Somebody touched his left shoulder but Mike haven't power to open eyes deciding that he's going mad again.
-I'm proud of you,Mikey.
This familiar voice...but no.Not father's.
Shinoda sighed deeply.
-Even on weekend you doesn't let yourself to take a rest.
Chester took his hands opening the face.Eyes weren't visible behind fringe.
-Miiiikeeeeeey.
  Mike has lifting eyes and saw the firm Chester's smile.But he can't smile back.Something couldn't leave him.It was eatuing him inside.
  Mike took the guitar on his hands and started to play something simply without any sense.With every touch to string he was understanding that it's hopelessly.

  Chester was sitting on the sofa watching all this.Mike standed up from his chair and went to another room.Chester followed him.
  Crash and abuse.
  Bennington quietly opened the door and saw Mike sitting on the floor compressing knees under himself.
  Nearby was laying the broken guitar...