"Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice, And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device", And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast, They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast..."

The big day was approaching and she finally started to feel excited. She was ready to shine. With him by her side, only sky was the limit...

Onen velký den se blížil a ona konečně začínala pociťovat nadšení z nadcházejícího. Byla připravena zazářit. S ním po jejím boku jen nebe bylo limit...