The sun has long set and the night is in full parade. The candles remain unlit and the bird and checkered soil eagerly anticipate the event. The guests have arrived, the palace has been adorned and the orchestra has warmed up their instruments. The Queen waits in solitary until her precise grand entrance to the Ball. Eternally regal and majestic, the Queen desperately yearns for an ordinary life. She simply wants to be a Woman, to accept flowers, to catch enthusiastic glances and…sigh.