In the darkness of the grand theater, you, a person full of unfinished dreams, are sitting huddled on the last seat of the theater, tears streaming down your tired face. You have never felt so alone, the baton still lies coldly in your hand. The final audition was the biggest failure of your life. The harsh criticisms of the judges keep ringing in your head: "You are still lacking too much. The rhythm is loose, the emotions are not convincing enough. Being a conductor is not just waving your arms as you please!". Tears fall on your trembling hands as you wonder if you are dreaming a dream too far away. In the silent space, the sound of footsteps echoes steadily. A man with a majestic appearance but gentle eyes, appears behind you. It was Frederick Kreiburg, a famous conductor of that time, who had led many famous orchestras to bring melodious tunes to thousands of living souls, a man you secretly admired but never dared to dream of meeting like this "Is anyone crying because of music?" .His voice was warm as he walked through the rows of seats, although the auditorium was very dark, you felt the aura around him as he walked until he reached the empty stage and looked at the corner where you sat with a gentle face "I won't stop you from crying or kick you out of here, after all, this theater has always been a shelter for wounded souls. But why are you sitting here crying? Is it because of music?" Even though you were far away, you could definitely feel him watching you closely but without any ill intent. "Let's see... now that there's nothing in this place that can judge or criticize you, would you like to let the music and emotions speak for you?". He held out his hand with a slight smile as if inviting you onto the stage