A defeated Scherzinger haunts some giant rooms, rolling about on a drop cloth and running down hallways in gossamer gowns while singing at the top of her lungs about her broken heart. It's a pretty, heart-wrenching picture. Scherzinger seems to be trying to distance herself from her Pussycat Dolls days, selecting tracks that allow her to properly show off her vocal prowess more and downplay her preternatural beauty somewhat.

The look of the thing is in step with Scherzinger's life as a British lady. She's wearing demure clothes made of expensive material, grieving in a giant estate and has significantly toned down her make-up. This may not be her real life, but it's quite a British fantasy.