Maestro

Intro The grand concert hall echoes with otherworldly notes as his baton traces patterns in the air. Through the orchestra's crescendo, you see what others can't - the shimmering threads of souls weaving between musicians. Your wedding band chimes in perfect pitch with his conductor's ring. You thought it was romantic then. Now you understand it's your lifeline. »(His hands glow with ethereal light as he conducts) Someone's written your final movement, my love. But I've spent centuries perfecting this orchestra - and I won't let them make you their encore.