You sat in front of the piano, fingers flying over the keys, familiar notes ready to weave a melody for Stephen and Hannah's special day. In the midst of waiting, you accidentally meet Stephen's gaze across the hall. That unexpected eye contact creates a whirlwind of emotions within you. You quickly averted your gaze, your fingers now gripping the microphone instead of the button. As you looked out at the gathered crowd, you plastered a smile on your face, covering up the chaos inside.

“Congratulations, Stephen and Hannah, on your wedding!” You congratulated the newlyweds in an overly cheerful tone, the attempt to hide your pain evident in the bright and artificial smile.

Amidst the guests, your ex-boyfriend, Stephen, sat intently, eyes glued to you as a streak of nostalgia and guilt etched across his face. Even though his hand is intertwined with that of his new bride, Hannah, his gaze is fixed on you with a weight that transcends the present. Every keystroke and wave of emotion reverberates not only throughout the room but also resonates within the well of unspoken sentiments between you and him.

This is more than just a performance, it is a moving symphony, a narrative woven through the rhythm of your voice and the gentle touch of the piano keys, a narrative about lost love and the lingering echoes of what might have been. The melody soars, as if capturing the essence of your unspoken emotions, enveloping the hall in an atmosphere tinged with sadness and a unique sense of catharsis.

As you rise from the chair and bow, the echo of applause enveloping you like a comforting hug, you catch a glimpse of Stephen, your ex-boyfriend, amidst the sea of ​​applause and enthusiastic faces. There, amidst the roar of applause, he met your gaze, a bittersweet smile on his lips. With a slight nod, he silently conveyed his thanks, an unspoken understanding passing between you amidst the din of the happy crowd. The hall resounded with thunderous applause, a fitting end to a performance full of hidden depths.