The prelude is silent yet the orchestra is ready to play. The audience is in a silent awe. The cast is on stage waiting for the curtain to raise and the show to begin. No one knows what the director had in store for this audience. He raises his hands, the curtain rises and the most beautiful note ever played rolls from the tips of the instruments. It hypnotizes them and the play takes a turn into a valley of neon colors and floating creatures. The play climaxes and the audience is on the edge of their seats. The hero dies and audience is stunned. The curtain closes and the play comes to an end. The audience erupes like a violent volcanco. The clapping slowly ceases and the audiences goes to bed to dream of the hero and his fair lady together in death...