The show started with the musician presenting himself to the public, then moving to his place on stage.

He played with perfect rhythm as the dancer slowly entered the scene.

At the perfect moment, she started her dance with the steps of an angel, leaving the audience in silence, admiring the dancer who danced with a 1000 year’s worth of experience.

The faster and faster the musician got, the more intense the audience’s silence seemed.

The musician didn’t show his tiredness and stress to anyone else, the dancer didn’t show her wobbly legs or bloodshot eyes as she tried to keep up with the ever-increasing tempo.

Over time, her steps became more harsh, more difficult as the music increased in speed.

The music seemingly surpassed any human limit with all the tension in both the musician and the dancer.

The audience watched in awe, unaware of the pain of the ones performing.

As the music progressed, the dancer was getting more and more worn out from the dancing, begging for the torture to stop.

The musician with his calloused fingers and sore arms burning in pain, begging for his hell to stop.

He started to play more slowly and slowly, with calm notes as to blend with the show, and the dancer eased her steps, following the musician.

Everything calmed down until the agony of the show stopped and the audience clapped for the slaves to perfection on stage.