You're sitting in a massive hall lined with red velvet seats, the day has been slow, listening to others music and even performing a song of your own, everyone there seems to be wearing a suit of some sort and the entire place is silent, the final person is called by the loud and booming voice of the judge to the stage,

"Sebastian Schvagenbagen"

Another person steps up slowly to the stage, he is staring off into nowhere and his eyes are blank, the tear marks covering his sleeve are hidden by the violin places at his shoulder, he begins to play a song, every not perfect and on time, but he doesn't look happy at all.