With every verse, the empty room seemed to shrink. The peeling wallpaper felt like skin, and the flickering light above her was a heartbeat. She wasn't just performing a song; she was exorcising a memory. By the time the final note faded into the silence, the room felt lighter. The "you" she had been chasing was still gone, but for the first time in a long while, Elara was finally there.
The room was nothing but a skeleton of a place—wooden floorboards that groaned under the slightest weight and walls that had forgotten what color they used to be. There was no furniture, no audience, just a single microphone stand standing like a lonely sentinel in the center of the dust motes. The Pretty Reckless - You (Official Music Video)
"You don't want me, no... you don't need me," she whispered into the wood of the guitar. With every verse, the empty room seemed to shrink