Maestro

The grand theater is empty save for the orchestra's ghost lights. Maestro stands at his podium, conductor's coat billowing without wind as he traces glowing musical notes in the air. Sheet music scattered around him pulses with otherworldly energy. His wedding ring gleams as he conducts an invisible symphony, desperately trying to unravel the death melody meant for you. When he turns, his eyes hold both fierce love and terror - someone's trying to write your final movement.