A Box of Shadows and Whispers
The night that I walked through those front doors for the first time, I had no idea what to expect. Not an idea in the world of what I was getting myself into. All I knew is that I was excited to be there because of my love for theatre, for being an audience member, and that I had invested a sum of money to be there that night. There was no turning back now. I walked up to the ticket booth, where I was handed a folded piece of paper that had the number "411" written on it. Being given the instructions necessary, I sat down and soaked in my surroundings. There was a bar to my left. I had not a single urge to spend money on alcohol just yet, despite the fact that it was more than a month removed from my twenty-first birthday. People of all ages were sitting at the tables around me, eating and holding conversations that had absolutely nothing to do with me, my appearance, or my arrival. If anything, they would be talking about the fact that I was alone, and that I was sitt...