A nearby theatre

After a few minutes of meandering aimlessly down the road, you stumble upon a sign on the sidewalk advertising the theatre. What's strange is that the sign seems brand new, untouched by the weather like it should be. Curious, you follow the way the sign pointed towards, a small building nestled between two abandoned businesses. You suddenly remember this place, albeit vaguely. You were here on a school trip some years back, but it was so boring and uneventful you didn't remember it until now. The heavy oaken doors are open wide and kept in place by bricks, beckoning you in.

The tickethall has an eerie quality about it. It's dead silent. The booths are empty. Posters of amateur productions leer from the walls, a wide array of colours. The red carpeting sticks slightly to the underside of your shoes, although if you remember correctly it's always been like that. There are small signs pointing down towards the main stage room, 'Big Show, tonight only, this way!' written on them. Eventually you stand in front of a pair of closed doors. Putting your ear against the door you hear... hushed murmuring.