A young damsel, naught but sixteen years old, was making her debut as the leading lady. He would keel over on stage before he ever truly retired. But nobody believed him acting was in his blood and soul. He had hinted that this piece would be his last production and he would finally retire once the rounds were completed. An old favorite, Theodore, played the part of an old beggar with much wisdom and foresight in a land of mischief and error. A talented rising star played the lead roll, his voice carried throughout the theater and his singing was filled with magic.
A comedy was being performed, a brand new one at that, and as always the citizens of the city didn't fail to miss opening night. Not an hour before the building had been the stage of life and merriment, of joy and peace. The theater is empty now, with not a sound piercing the silence save for a lone clock ticking away somewhere in the rafters.
