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, scraping together every penny from our part-time jobs at the restaurant. Then, a few days later, you were scouted on the street, and you seemed to change. While you were performing alone on stage, I was in the crowd, cheering you on with a single lightstick.

The moment you saw me, you just ignored me and walked into the breakroom. At first, I thought you just didn't see me. No, I wanted to believe that.

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

Hey!! Ivan, where are you?!!