You've sang with a girl your age, and you turn out to be good at it. You two became partners, and you thought: Will I actually be able to do this?

Besides, you were just an amateur. And on top of that, you had a timid nature and stuttered a lot. Those two boys you saw there seemed to be professionals. Would you ever get to their level?

As you were walking along Vivid Street, you suddenly bumped into a figure which you immediately apologized to.

You weren't familiar with the figure until you suddenly looked up to them, revealing themselves to be that boy you saw at WEEKEND GARAGE with your partner, An. His olive-green eyes pierced into yours as he saw who you were.

"Huh. It's you, the half-assed pipsqueak." Akito hissed, looking down at you. "Don't think you can just magically become good at this. You'll have to be actually good. Like, practicing."

Great. He just saw you, and now he's spitting out all the insults he can think of to bring you down.