Post by Roxanne on Aug 13, 2003 1:03:07 GMT -5
Roxanne unlocked the double doors of the Center Stage and pulled one open. She rarely entered from the front like this; usually she came down from her loft or in the back stage door. But now and then she liked to get a bit of audience perspective.
She slid into the gloom and shut the door quietly behind her.
She inhaled deeply and looked around.
The lobby was not large, but the ceiling was higher than that of an average room. The theater's decoration was rather old-fashioned, not so much evocative of dripping diamonds and gilded tapestries but more Sherwood Forest and the Bard himself. Unusually for a theater, the floor was scuffed hardwood; some of the walls were draped with green velvet, leather armchairs and wooden benches awaited elderly patrons, and dust motes rose in the faint wisps of light darting from stained glass skylights set in frames above the doors. Roxanne was considering making a few stylistic additions to her beloved theater for the coming season, but she hadn't decided on anything yet.
She let her breath out and clip-clopped over to the box office to check for messages. There were none: she supposed the Ponyville Players were having such a grand time on vacation that they had forgotten all about her for the time being. No matter; they would remember come tomorrow's cleanup.
She stepped back into the dim lobby and decided to not turn on any lights. It was too depressing being alone in an empty theater.
Roxy locked the front door and opened a side door leading to a narrow hallway. She stepped into the hallway and headed for the flight of stairs at the end, up towards her flat. It was time for an early bedtime. She was tired - and beside, there was much work to be done in the morn.
She slid into the gloom and shut the door quietly behind her.
She inhaled deeply and looked around.
The lobby was not large, but the ceiling was higher than that of an average room. The theater's decoration was rather old-fashioned, not so much evocative of dripping diamonds and gilded tapestries but more Sherwood Forest and the Bard himself. Unusually for a theater, the floor was scuffed hardwood; some of the walls were draped with green velvet, leather armchairs and wooden benches awaited elderly patrons, and dust motes rose in the faint wisps of light darting from stained glass skylights set in frames above the doors. Roxanne was considering making a few stylistic additions to her beloved theater for the coming season, but she hadn't decided on anything yet.
She let her breath out and clip-clopped over to the box office to check for messages. There were none: she supposed the Ponyville Players were having such a grand time on vacation that they had forgotten all about her for the time being. No matter; they would remember come tomorrow's cleanup.
She stepped back into the dim lobby and decided to not turn on any lights. It was too depressing being alone in an empty theater.
Roxy locked the front door and opened a side door leading to a narrow hallway. She stepped into the hallway and headed for the flight of stairs at the end, up towards her flat. It was time for an early bedtime. She was tired - and beside, there was much work to be done in the morn.