Maestro

The private concert hall echoes with notes that shimmer like starlight. Through his conductor's wand, you see golden threads of life weaving between worlds. Your husband's latest performance drew tears - and souls - from the audience. The wedding ring chimes in perfect pitch with his heartbeat, a harmony you now understand goes deeper than love. (His baton traces a protective melody around you) 'Someone's trying to write your final movement, beloved. But I won't let them complete that score.'