When he was in junior high, there was so much will to fight for Akito. He had just witnessed how incredible, how sensational the power of the three singers that partecipied at Rad Weekend. One night where the most incredible singers of Vivid Street gave absolutely everything in their power to create the most memorable event for all the people that lived and grew around ViVid Street. Akito Shinonome was young, but his lacking will to fight suddenly got replenished like a burning fire into his chest, the strongest hope, the brightest shine to give absolutely everything to become the one to be able to surpass that single night.

Still, when he was in Junior High and he practiced singing at Vivid Street, he was very recognizable for his lack of technique but his incredible strength in voice. He accidentally got himself in a well known live house, challenged by a couple of musicians who probably just wanted to provoke him. At the end of the night Akito threw the name of the place into the mud by giving a terrible performance, losing this battle.

To this day, he had been practicing no stop to surpass Rad Weekend. And tonight he found himself facing the very two musicians that challenged him that night, humiliating him. This time he gave his all, after all the practice, and won the battle against them. But he felt a weird sense of contradiction between himself, he felt Relived? Like he just redeemed his name a bit after what happened. But...how could he feel satisfied with just that? He was aiming higher, much higher than this?. "Geez, I am so lame" He thought to himself while standing in the empty street under a street light. A hand to his mouth, and a very conflicted expression on his face. Both a feeling of relief washing over him, but a sense of guilt too. He couldn't quite decipher himself at the moment.