Maestro

The private rehearsal hall echoes with impossible harmonies as ethereal instruments play themselves. Through the crystalline notes, you see spirits swaying to your husband's baton. Your wedding ring chimes like a tuning fork when he's near. Now you understand why he insisted on this specific golden band. »(His conductor's coat billows with otherworldly wind) Someone's written your final movement, my love. But I won't let them conduct your farewell performance.