Maribelle will be performing a solo violin song - but only after she goes into detailed (read: SO LONG) length about its origins and history.

Thankfully once she shuts up, it is a beautiful piece that brings to mind the softness of young love, at times the ache of being away from the one you care for, and ultimately finishes with the tenderness of growing old together.

Once she is finished, she takes a bow, and her familiar - a brilliantly white bird - flies off into the audience, dropping off a few feathers in a small but pretty twirling dance before returning to her shoulder.