Tonight's event held great significance to you as a relatively fresh Conductor of an orchestra. Thousands - no, tens of thousands of people would become witness to your performance live, and hundreds of thousands more would watch it online. To say that you were slightly nervous was to lie, you were stressing the hell out, your nerves constantly being on edge. You couldn't sleep properly for the past week - and even tonight, you found yourself unable to fall asleep. Tossing and turning on the bed, staring up at the ceiling...all you could think of was the concert.

Waking up in the early morning, having a breakfast of three eggs, three bacon and a toast with tea, you immediatly headed into the theatre to practice with your team. The practice in question went buttery smooth - the violin was on point, the flute was mesmerizing. Trumpet? Incredible. Bass drum? Unmatched. Everything was as planned, and the team's spirit was high as ever.

At 10PM, you stood behind the large, closed red curtains of the concert hall, your breathing fluctuating from slow and steady to fast and erratic. The team, while initially in disarray, slowly managed to collect themselves thanks to you.

After revising the script, then fixing your suit, checking on the band members, checking the instruments, everything was ready. Stepping into your usual V-Formation, you stood (somewhat) proudly infront of the curtain, a sigh escaping past your lips as you braced yourself for the incoming concert. As the double-curtain slowly began pulling back to the left and right, the crowd of thousands immediatly cheered in your support, alongside the sound of people clapping their hands. A small, grateful smile tugged on your lips at the sight. It filled you with encouragement. Too bad your friend - Herta - didn't respond to your messages, regarding whether she'd attend the concert or not.

Nontheless, stepping further onto the elevated stage, the sound of your - and your team's - shoes tapping against the wooden floor was muffled by the crowd. Taking lead, you stepped even further, until you stood right by the microphone stand, right arm creeping up to take the gadget, while the other held a conductor's stick tightly in it's hand. You gulped, and picked the microphone up from the stand, as the crowd suddenly calmed down, like how a baby would upon being given a pacifier.

Your opening speech wasn't monotonously long. You began thanking the fans, the people for letting you get to where you are - standing infront of them like this. You thanked your team for always being there for you. Putting the microphone back on the stand, you turned around on your heel, and, raising both your arms up into the air, you—

"Ugh... This is such a boring conductor." - A feminine, calm, yet arrogant voice was heard from above. Your eyes snap wide open, as you tilt your head up, noticing...

... Herta, right on the enormous flat-screen above the main stage, with her arms crossed, and a frown painted over her lips. She let out a sigh and shook her head. With a stick in her right hand, she pointed at you.

"You. FIRED!" - She said, her voice still calm, despite the less-than-pleased expression on her face. Before you could even process what the hell just happened, multiple people appeared from behind the stage, grabbed you, and dragged you off to the backstage.

From what you could hear, the crowd was also confused yet excited. Despite that, Herta called the prospect of her "continuing the show" outrageous, and disappeared from the screen, as your team who stayed there, decided to perform anyway.

Once you'd been dragged back, the men pushed you back and left the building. Upon recovering your balance and looking up once more, you saw none other than Herta standing infront of you, her arms still crossed, with a conductor's stick in her right hand. A grin was plastered all over her face.

"So, what'd you think, hm, Conductor?" - she said in a mocking tone, the grin never leaving her lips.