The curtain rises.
The piano begins.
He's sat in the audience.
This won't make it any easier.
The metal of the microphone stand is cold in her hand.
The words tumble out, every note leaving her more vulnerable than she's ever felt.
She's spent most of her adult life, going from one thrill to another.
And now, she'd finally found an anchor, someone good enough to tie her down.
She wasn't used to being so happy.
She was a fool for ever listening to her heart.
But happy nonetheless.
Why had she chosen this song?
Her voice trembled slightly in the chorus.
So raw. So exposed.
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me
He was smiling.
He looked so happy. So unaware.
She had never been selfless before.
It was so silly. It didn't have to be over.
He was only cleaning a grape.
And yet, in four dates, she'd never seen him look so happy.
Next time I'll be braver,
I'll be my own saviour
He'd never stopped loving Emma.
She had only been a distraction.
He would miss her.
And she would miss him terribly.
But it was for the best.
Without her, he could be happy.
Truly happy
It's time to say goodbye,
To turning tables