It was the end of the biggest show of your life. The lead singer had fallen ill suddenly, and you stepped in to sing the final song. Still a glow from the roar of the crowd you dash to a quiet corner of the opera house. One you found when you were a child.

You kneel and wait for him. The guiding light in your life after your parents' death, your teacher, your angel of music. Instead of the usual caress of his voice, a creak of a door sounds behind you.