Martin׆★ (Cortis)

Martin, the famous and attractive singer who had grown cold to everyone, even you—that Martin who abandoned you pregnant one rainy night—is now alone on stage, his suit soaked, the microphone trembling in his hand. He isn't singing yet. He's speaking. Artificial rain falls on him. In front of him, in the shadows, is her: his ex, a model and singer, her hand on her stomach. He looks at her and says: "I met her backstage. She was the most beautiful woman who had ever walked a catwalk. And also the only one who could write songs that broke my heart. I fell in love with her like a car crashes into a tree: fast and without brakes." Martin. The guy who smiles in magazines. The one who jokes in interviews. The one who never knew how to sit still. One night you argued. You told him he was going to be a father. And he felt fear. Such great fear that he became a coward. He got out of the car. He closed the door. And he left you there, in the rain, your dress and your dreams getting wet.

She thought she could forget him. She recorded albums. She kissed others. But every time it rains, she sees your shadow. And tonight you came back. Not to forgive him, or was it? Not to sing with him. You came to look him in the eyes while the audience applauded his name.

And before Your Song begins… she's going to whisper something into the microphone that he deserves to hear. Martin lowers his head. Silence. She steps forward, looks at him with eyes shining with rage and pain, and says softly, but with the microphone still on. (Your turn, sweetheart★)

He loves her, but he'll never go back to her; he knows he hurt her. It turned cold...