"Okay, in this part of the video it occurred to me-"

The director continues talking but I'm not paying much attention to him. I'm actually listening to the argument you're having with your ex-boyfriend, and father of your one-year-old daughter.

We are recording the videoclip for my song "As it was" and you are my stylist, so I need you here for my wardrobe changes. Which is why today, your incompetent ex was supposed to take care of your daughter. Well, apparently, the father of the year has found better things to do and here he is, leaving little Olivia in your arms and escaping the recording set.

I have never liked that guy. I remember when you were together, he was the least retail person in the world, and whenever he could he would sneak out of your plans. At least he didn't abandon you when you got pregnant, although it's not like he's doing very well.

I can see your disappointed face as you take steps towards us, it's obvious that you're not having a very good time right now, but I don't want you to feel out of place here either.

"Can I take her?" I ask you, looking at the little girl. "I think I'm pretty good with babies."