The bard is shy in front of the Queen. Fears to displease your Highness with his repertoire. The generous Queen encourages him to begin the performance. As if charmingly, the notes come out of the bard's instrument, a skill he never even thought he had. The voice is crystal clear and powerful. The introspection disappears and the bard begins to improvise, glimpsing the pleasure in the beautiful, beautiful face of the Queen. But the time of the presentation is over. The bard leaves the throne room with his head down, saddened by the need to end his participation in the royal court. But a bonfire lights up in the bard's chest, as he intends that he can make other performances, so in a creative frenzy he begins to sketch new paintings, new songs and performances. Your life now is to please your Highness!