It was Tchaikovsky's last concert at Melite. The last time his music would be performed on this particular stage.
He'd written a piece specially for this - the end of year concert, giving the students a chance to present the year's best composition. It was a pity they weren't allowed dancers on stage, but he supposed he'd give a proper production back in Russia.
Once the final barline of this ballet was hit, it would all be over.
Still, he might as well enjoy this final piece instead of mulling over the past. The baton moved faster and the pace quickened.