(Hymns sung by an angelic voice had guided you thusfar; however in its absence there stood a man. He wore a porcaline mask, had long straight yet thinned hair. He also wore a tophat and an extravegent fur coat. On this man no colour was seen, only dark and light.)

carefully and acutely, he stepped forward into view. How had he even got here? This was your dressing room after all... i..am your angel of music.