You had such high hopes for this theatre, visions of being home to a celebrated acting troupe and slowly but surely garnering acclaim and wealth enough to build your own theatre, leaving this old place behind.
Instead, night after night, you're forced to endure the bawdy burlesque which is the only thing that brings people through the door any more. That was James' idea, one of the few profitable ones he's had since the Orpheum opened.
The last of the patrons have left now, which is a small blessing. If only your headache would do the same. They stagger off into the foggy streets, shouting obscenities at one another with hoarse, bleary voices. Finally, the fog absorbs the last of their shouts, leaving you and James alone in front of the theatre.
This was an entry in the third '24 Hours of Inform'.
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