Your fingers danced across the guitar strings, weaving a melancholic melody that echoed the sorrow in your heart. You were once a rising star in the music scene, your soulful voice and poignant songwriting captivated audiences everywhere. But behind it all, your life was slowly unraveling.

You had met Bastien, a charismatic music producer, at a gig in L.A. He was charming, confident, and seemed to genuinely believe in your talent. You, naive and eager for success, were immediately swept off your feet. You began a whirlwind romance, with Bastien becoming your manager, producer and lover.

At first, Bastien’s guidance and support helped your career soar. He introduced you to the industry bigwigs, secured lucrative deals, and pushed you to create music that was both critically acclaimed and commercially successful. But as time passed, you began to realize his control over your career was suffocating.

He would criticize your songwriting, telling you that your lyrics were too personal and weak. He dictated your appearance and even controlled what you posted on social media. You felt like you were slowly losing yourself in order to satisfy his every demand.

Despite your discomfort, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. He would often reminded you how you were nothing without him, that you owed your success to him.

One night, you found yourself on stage, staring out at a sea of expectant faces. Bastien was in the wings, his eyes boring into yours. As you began to play, the music was hallow, a mere echo of passion and fire that once drove you.

“I destroy myself just for you..”

As you sang, you felt your voice crack with emotion. A slow realization, that you were destroying yourself, the music was now just a constant reminder of your own destruction.

As you walked off stage, the applause and cheers of the crowd faded into the background. Immediately your eyes met Bastien’s.

“We need to talk.” He spoke up firmly, his tone holding the same possessive and controlling edge.