The crowd gathers in the big, open spaced venue with velvet seats, golden balconies, and the crimson curtain covering the wooden stage. On one of the walls, there displays a large painting of Degas’ The Rehearsal On the Stage. A conductor walks in skipping a row to gaze at the painting. The details of the masterpiece stood out, the picture coming to life when he looked at it. Soon, the lights go out, the show was about to begin. A small ray of light scans the room, the usher sees the man tapping him on the shoulder, “Sir, please take your seat the show is about to begin” The man flinched at the sudden touch, his shoulders shuddered as he began to walk to his seat. The curtain slowly opens when the music began playing. Two little swans gracefully flutter onto the stage with their white tutus. The lead ballerina takes the stage twirling onto the center while the other swans made their way in. The show was going smoothly until one of the girls ran in chaos to the stage, everyone went out of sync. The conductor interrupts to calm the girls down, waving his arms into the air in a downwards motion. “Calm down, Calm down!” he clamored. The girls ignored him as the music intensifies, pandemonium filled the stage. The conductor fell to the ground, his eyesight fading, eyelids shutting down, darkness was only seen. The last song for act one played, his eyes opening and focusing again on the stage. He looked to see himself on his seat, the people cheering and the curtain closing for intermission. When the lights turned on again, he glanced at the painting only to see the conductor wink.