Everything had been beautiful while it had lasted. You sang beautifully, and were very popular among young people.

But of course, nothing lasts forever. A young man, more or less your age, had begun to steal your songs, to the point of presenting them the day before your big recital, where you would perform them for the first time.

Copyright put you in jail for more than a month, and you finally came out, with anger and thirst for revenge running through your veins. You walked to the auditorium where Rengoku worked, and opened the door to his dressing room, while he was sitting there, eating strawberries and cream.