Dreaming. Standing. Waiting. Waves of people stood at the precipice of anticipation, just to hear melodies that were rumoured to take people’s breath away. Only the highest of elites were allowed in the auditorium to experience the finest tunes by the virtuoso known only as Him. Him. A name as mysterious and alluring as that of someone with that much talent. A talent that drew attention of countless individuals who sat among the terraced seats. Chatter among the crowd was low, with everyone going silent with every creak of the decrepit stage. Chatter among elites from the richest of families in the world, the most well-known faces of the generation, all throughout a remote building in the dense woods: a place where nobody would hear other than those right there. Chatter among them that would soon stop, just to hear Him. Footsteps. Loud enough to rouse the audience with a quiet excitement that would only be implemented by Him and only Him. He was lovely. He had a suit that was fully white, with white dress shoes and tie to match. His outfit was adorned with a solitary red rose in his right pocket, which matched the drapery along the edges of the stage. His face looked as if it was taken from a porcelain doll: soft features with a delicate frame. His piercing blue eyes would have been enough to make an audience swoon, but his music was far more captivating. He sat in a throne-like chair with rose designs carved into the back of the seat, and reached behind to pulled out a violin. The violin was completely black on all sides except one, the side opposite of the strings. He then reached under the seat through a small black curtain to grab the bow. He readied his violin, eyes closed, then set his bow on top of the strings. He started with a quick, light, and airy melody that instantly captured the audience’s imagination. Capriccio! Though quiet, the melody could be heard even in the top row, with each individual sitting with eyes locked on Him. With the audience hooked, he switched keys to allow for a darker theme. Adagio! The themes allowed the audience to look inward, seeing the pain. The suffering. The illusion of choices. Not only did they look inward, but also saw the qualities of others around them. Still, the melodies have imprisoned them, and they continued to enjoy. Once again, he began to pick up the pace, this time with wrath. Irato! The dissonant harmonies possessed the crowd. They stood, all at once, with looks of disdain painted on their faces. As he looked at all the faces, Him stopped and smiled… Accelerando! With the new melody, the crowd began a brawl, slowly, with light shoves or unseemly gestures. Faster. They began rougher shoves, as people began spitting on others. Faster. Slapping, tripping, and soft kicking swept through the audience. Faster! Swift punches. Hard kicks. Hair tugs. Faster! The audience began their part of the show! Some had concealed weapons, some had none, but all of them took part. Some went for the eyes with their thumbs. Some went for the jaw with their kicks. Some went for the heart with a knife… but all of them took part! The melodies kept going. Faster. Faster! FASTER! Then it was done. The show was now over. He stood and bowed to the battered bodies that littered the auditorium. He took three steps to reach the edge of the stage, and took a deep breath. A smile appeared on his face as he shouted, “Anyone ready for an encore!”