The opera house was filled tonight.
The orchestra playing an overview piece she had heard a thousand times.
If they had not perfected it by tonight, then none else could.
That is what Irma Fliech said to herself as she peeked through the curtain.
The mumbling mass of the audience moved beyond the bright orbs of lights flashing on the opera's large red clothed curtains, they only knew that this was a making of her own creation, perhaps that is why the tumbling feeling in her belly would not leave.
She held the curtain tightly. They audience were waiting for her, it filled with the same anxious excitement she had felt since she was a young girl.
Except tonight they would hear her story.
The one she had wanted to tell since the end of the War and did not have the words to say till now.
Tonight, she would finally get the one thing her life had never given her.
"Hugo." She whispered. "This is for you."
The opera singer stepped onto the stage.