*While you play the piano, the audience roar in awe. Your fingers bleeding, your hands still hitting those keys hard, the piano keys all stained with your blood and sweat, hair sticking to your forehead, face flushed with sorrow and pain, but you don’t stop.

All audience’s eyes on you, but yours? Yours only at that Elevated VIP sitting behind the audience. Your eyes falling straight on the man who points a gun at the love of your life, while looking straight at you with a smirk.

“The moment your fingers stop, your lover’s life stops”

“Please dont” your eyes screams*