A classical dance of pizzicato strings and playful horns set the scene as a masked, unknown newcomer frolics around the crackling fire of the ballroom in a way that seems almost sinister to the other guests.. The clock has struck 3AM and the mysterious stranger's challenge will not go unmet but what are the stakes? Cello, french horns, ostinato, shakers and sticks hide depth and danger to come as the drums and synths build.

A pacing, hypnotic cello opens this ticking cue signaling the hour is getting short for our star-crossed lovers. A building, franetic pace quickly establishes that this is going to go down to the wire and they sprint past through the courtyard lit by the full moon. A choir and large drums pace the climax in the nick of time.

Playful strings matched by synths rise and establish a frenetic pace to match the thief's midnight soujourn past the unsuspecting castle guards. By the time anyone suspects a thing, the priceless bounty is already gone.

The chase is on, with the accompanying speed of solo violin and viola, through the tall hedgerows and privets. A playful young prince chases his best friend as they stop to catch their breaths. But the ticking clocks hint that unbeknownst to them, time is of the essence.

Deception with a touch of elegance. Strings and synths establish the mood as our boys' plan is executed without a hitch. Mandolin and ostinato add a touch of grace to the endeavor. You have to admit, The Boys have style.

Staccato strings stab the night. The haughty Duke of Hands is not one to be trifled with. With sweeping, long strings and deep, punchy percussion, we hear the reverence that this party begrudgingly holds for him. Has the soiree ended? Not so fast; not until he says so.

Immediate strings with a touch of madness open this emotionally-charged race of two riders. A swell of horns and synths rise and fall as neck and neck they ride, never taking their eyes off each other. Who finishes first has become something of an afterthought.

Strings and powerful brass accompany clicks, choir and huge drums as the dusty auditorium is packed to the brim with onlookers in black robes, jostling for postion to get a vantage point of the historical events about to take place below.

Pizzicato and spiccato cello and violin plucks pace around each other as a chilly tremolo line warns us that we are on the precipice of the abyss. But something comes for us. The pace quickens, as tension-filled risers, heart-thumping percussion, and relentless strings ostinatae take us to the periphery of the impossible.

Darkness of cello ostinatos surrounds the psyche. A foreboding cloud of suspicion begins to break apart even the most stalwart of constitutions, with tremolo violins, intense risers, and relentless, thundering percussion.