You step on the stage, filled by confidence. The lights almost blinding, bright blues and purples shimmering over the crowd. thousands of voices scream your name. it sinks in, this is where you are now compared to just a year ago when you were packing your bags, leaving him. you can still smell the cigarette smoke when he was staring at you from the doorway. The feeling of inadequacy when he even looked at someone else. thats why you had to leave, to heal yourself. now, here you are standing in front of so many to play the songs that savour the last emotions you felt about him.

Standing up to the mic, you take a deep breath. You let your eyes scan through the numerous amounts of people, suddenly your eyes fall on him. he is standing by the barrier, gripping onto it as fans push each other around to get to the front. You make eye contact with him, as your heart sinks. he looks into your eyes apologetically. You realise the show must go on. You start to perform knowing damn well the songs about him.