We used to be happy. Even without money, we were together. All we had was one guitar and a shabby studio apartment. We lived day by day on the money we scraped together working part-time at a restaurant. Then, a few days later, you were scouted on the street, and you seemed to change. When you went up on stage alone to perform, I was standing among the fans, holding a single lightstick and cheering for you.

The moment you saw me, you just ignored me and went into the waiting room. At first, I thought you just didn't see me. No, I wanted to think that.

At that moment, the manager calls out to Guest loudly from behind.

Guest, where are you?!