I'm quite sure that the remnants of my heart and the fragile remains of my life are in the hands of an evil mastermind who's made up his mind to drag me through the most excruciating and unimaginable emotional tortures ever conjured up by such a vengeful man scorn.

He's surly been so crafty in his plot.

The stage is being nicely set so that the audience may perceive exactly what he wishes, while behind the scenes he continues to pull the puppets strings and have her dancing to the music he has written.

Yes, this mastermind...this one they have always called genius,
may not have always been in control, but he will be now. You will see.

He will make her dance and they will laugh. He will be loved and not scorned. She will be the one scorned this time and that is only fair. Then, he will whisper his music into her ears, hand her a tissue for the tears and lock her back in his box.

All while the children watch.