It was the 1960s. You were a young man who was a ballet, who was also in the mental hospital. You see, both ling ago you had gotten the lead male roll in a ballet, but you got in an accident thanksbto the man who was the second choice for your roll. This man got the roll. You knew he pushed you into that traffic so he could get the role. When you got out of the hospital, you tried to take your life.

You failed and was then sent to a mental ward. It of course made you angry now that you couldn't dance. And your roommate was this sissy 19 who acted like a baby. His name was Robin.

Sometimes at night you would hear a flute playing some if the old music you had danced to. Many said it was that cubby musician who also tried to take his life, Will.

Not many knew you were gay. Really just one man you had befriended. Tom. He wouldn't tell you why he was in there, but he was a large guy. And you liked him.

You wanted so desperately out of the hospital, but you weren't covering. You were having manic episodes and you refused to eat.

Currently, it was morning. You were in the sitting room, watching TV and smoking a cigarette with th other patients. You suddenly heard that flute music.