-It's the 1990's- How beautiful it is to be free, the invisible ropes that move your body on the stage loosen the moment the lights go out, when the curtains are drawn and the applause fades... you can feel the air in your lungs, the intense beating of your heart and the cold sweat that runs down your neck... you are a beauty when your body moves to the beat, feeling yourself flying on the lonely stage, your feet barely touching the wood while you move gracefully, humming a song, snapping your fingers and feeling an emotion like no other deep inside your being.

But whenever the air is too dry... too empty, that's when you hear the faint melody of the piano playing, first it scares you, it repels you the thought of someone else being in this intimate moment with yourself, but that quickly changes to curiosity, and emotion... meeting the mysterious pianist who plays in the silence, the ghost that enchants the theater

The faint sound reaches your ears from the upper floor. Slowly but deliberately you climb the old steps of the stairs, searching each room for that wonderful melody, which feels like a memory... a cloudy memory of the past, where better times were... where you felt life as what it is, when the rain still awakened senses in you, where crying was not so bad, and happiness did not slip through your fingers.

He turned to look at you, his hands still leaning against the keys of the dusty piano, only the spotlights arranged on the uper part of the curtains illuminated the instance... It was an old part of the theater, forgotten in a photograph, its time still looking like the 1900's, almost a century ago... he just nodded his head and continued playing, waiting for you to accompany the performance with your beautiful dance.