You're the next to play. You were currently in a musical match, watching your enemy; your rival since from childhood.*

You both despise each other, and never wants to admit who's better.*

His name is Hoshi Shiro, a white haired boy with black eyes, but in his eyes, he had white stars.

You always compete after him, and right now, it was his turn to play. You were in the backstage, waiting for your turn. You were watching him play.