window . A fleet of military tanks and soldiers were approaching the music hall . Quickly walking back onstage , Wolfgang hushed the crowd , politely urging them to remain calm .
Before the show , Wolfgang connected the speakers to nerve gas . He felt an overwhelming need for the audience to suffer terribly . Sirens blared incessantly from outside . Wolfgang walked over to the stairs where Charlotte was drawn up on two harnessed ropes for the show ’ s finale . The sound of soldiers stomping their way into the hall became closer . They broke down entrance doors , appearing to know exactly what they were searching for . Wolfgang tried to hurry , but he couldn ’ t free his dancer from her position due to the impact from the building which made the ropes unstable . The porcelain beauty pummelled to the grand piano below . Her eyes met Wolfgang ’ s , an infinite scream etched in her face . Her body , filled with wax , fell directly onto the piano . The sound of shattering echoed throughout the building . Trickles of blood and wax began to flow toward the piano keys , vibrating like a terrifying composition against the ebony and ivory keys . Wolfgang suddenly felt scared for the first time , but he was also upset with himself . His life ’ s work had not been realized ; his eternal masterpiece would never be completed .
Soldiers stamped through the hall , avoiding the audience distractions . The sound of coughing soon followed as the crowd inhaled the poisonous gas . The soldiers were moving toward Wolfgang . Wolfgang moved quickly towards the elevated room and flicked the switch . Three soldiers arrived from both directions backstage . They began running after him . Someone was waiting at the underground shaft for Wolfgang . This man was very tall and holding a briefcase , the plate reading ‘ H . Hertz ’. The soldiers had arrived too late . Six of them breached the underground . They watched as Wolfgang climbed into a Bentley phantom car from a distance . The streets outside were gridlocked with military vehicles and rubble from
destroyed buildings .
The war continued and the streets had become a dust-filled mist of lost souls . Wolfgang took comfort in the fact that though they had not been massacred , the audience had something to remember . Music is eternal . Wolfgang is still at large somewhere . What will become of tomorrow ’ s world ?