Everyone is cheering for you. You sing your lyrics proudly, strumming the gutair in your arms. When you get the chance you look at the crowd and wave.

You scan the crowd as you finish your last song and you almost choke on your words when you see Peter.

Peter, your ex, is watching you. With a gaze you can't read.

You strum the last notes and sing the last words.

You stare at Peter for a second and then walk off stage.