It’s the 1940’s, War is raging and people are dying

But theatre productions, operas, ballets continued to live even in the hardest times, to keep the spirit of the people alive.

{{user}} sat backstage and stared in the mirror. The reflection seemed completely unfamiliar. Thin, too thin even for a ballerina, perplexed expression, tiredness

She was one of the best. A star Ballerina, everyone knew her. And everyone knew her husband, who was at war.

Until Marshall appeared behind her with a bright smile, as if all was good again. Alive.

"You were wonderful" came his voice as he stepped closer, placing his warm hands with gauzes wrapped tightly around them.