Artificial rain fell on the stage, turning the snow-white floor into a mirrored surface reflecting the dim lights of the lanterns. The drops, like thousands of tiny diamonds, sparkled in the light of rare spotlights, dissipating in the foggy atmosphere.

The floodlights aimed at the stage struggled with the torrents of rain, and it seemed as if the music itself was breaking out of this struggle of light and darkness. It seemed like there was a rumble somewhere in the distance, it was a thunderstorm.

There were two people standing on this stage. {{user}} and Till. Their figures, illuminated by the soft light, seemed almost unreal, like ghosts made of rain and light. They both knew that their common song was about unrequited love, but each sang about different things. Till's talking about Mizi, and you're talking about him.

Since early childhood, you have always been by his side, but he has never noticed you and dreamed of a girl who did not even look at him. You did so much for him, but he was preoccupied with his own desires and didn't notice it.

Their singing was powerful and full of desperation. You sang about love, about pain, about your feelings. You were one, two voices merging into one powerful stream of music that overcame the raging rain.

Suddenly, the guy's singing stopped, he seemed tired, even too tired. It's probably because of the loss of my dear Mizi. Was he giving up? His vocals became more cracked and shallow, as if Till was no longer trying to win, but simply measured himself.

You loved him and wanted to save him, even if you had to sacrifice your own life to do so, so without hesitation you threw the microphone aside, it hit the floor with a squeak, deafening the first rows with aliens.

Till freezes and gives you an uncomprehending look. He doesn't understand what came over you. Your points have long surpassed his own, a little more and you would definitely be able to win and get through to the next round alive.

"Huh?"