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Jun 26, 2016 10:04:25 GMT
Post by ADAM on Jun 26, 2016 10:04:25 GMT
It was opening night, and as always, the theater was packed full with the most eager of enthusiasts pouring in to get in on the action. The rush of seeing the audience that had come all the way out here to watch those of the small time theater perform was something Adam really enjoyed – even if he wasn't the one performing tonight. It was still a thrilling sight though. To think all these people watching you with such focus and interest as you helped tell a story that might effect them forever... Ah the idea gave him chills! "Sir, can I have my ticket back?" The patron's voice pulled Adam from his thoughts and he fumbled to quickly return the ticket with a soft apology and proper point to help direct the guest to their seat. With the show having not started yet, Adam and the rest of the stage hands seemed to have been tasked with helping guests find their seats and running the ticket booths. After most of the people were seated, he and most of the helpers would evacuate back to the stage to get the scene set up and get the show on road. Filling up the seats wasn't too hard, though. Adam had to keep in mind this was by no means his broadway dream theater. It was a small building wedged between some other small buildings in the artsy part of the city. A lot of the people who worked here shared his dreams of stardom and he was pretty sure their odds were far better than his own at this rate. No, wait. Positive. He had to think positive. As he left the rows of seats to go back to the doors that led into the seating area, his eyes trailed up briefly to the old chandeliers hanging high above the crowds. Briefly he wondered about how old they were, did they get hot, weren't some of those new decorative curtains on the ceiling a bit too close to them...? Questions he'd save for later as he looked back forward and offered a bright smile to the next guest approaching him with their ticket. Yep, ticket seat guide, this was going to be his fate for the next thirty or so minutes for sure... Right? MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Jun 26, 2016 12:10:40 GMT
Post by jack on Jun 26, 2016 12:10:40 GMT
Somehow, with the power of the internet, Jack had scored free tickets to watch a show.
On any other day, Jack wouldn't have bothered, really. But in the name of trying to forget everything bad that had happened to him - which was honest-to-god sound advice - he started going out more often, staying the heck away from Arkham, and ... going all the way to New York City without his dad's knowledge. The farther the better, right? Nothing said cleaning up your life like going on a road trip to a huge city to make you miss home.
This was his first time watching a stage play, and Jack was sort of excited in the sense that everything was new, but he was also dreading the mind-numbing dialogue and weird motions on stage. And to think that he would have to sit here for a while ... but never mind. Jack took a deep breath. It was all going to be worth it.
He handed his ticket to one of the guides - Adam - and asked, "Uh, my seat is D14? And also, may I know where the restroom is, just in case? And do we have an intermission? I don't know how these brochures work." He held up a few of them, which a friendly girl had shoved into his hands at the door.
"Sorry, you work here, right?" said Jack, doubling back on his questions just to make sure he wasn't asking another audience member questions.
ADAM
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Jun 27, 2016 10:25:57 GMT
Post by ADAM on Jun 27, 2016 10:25:57 GMT
[attr="class","spc"] Taking the ticket from the young man, Adam smiled simply as he was informed of what the seat letter and number was. That was a pretty good seat, he noted, and was ready to lead the young man off to it. Suddenly there was just a lot of questions, though. Restroom, intermission, brochures, and did Adam actually work here? He blanked for a moment as he proceessed al lof the questions, before chuckling a little nervously. " Uh, yes. I work here, my name's Adam" he explained, before moving around Jack to turn and point down a small hall off to the side. " The bathrooms are back that way" he began, pointing to some small signs that indicated as such. " If you need to go, now is the best time since you won't be able to go again until intermission. The play isn't too long, so there's only one intermission in the middle of the show to allow people to get up and go to the bathroom or get something to eat from the concessions stand... Once the doors to the auditorium shut, they remain shut until intermission so not to distract the actors or audience, so again, if you need anything like the restroom or food, now is the best time to handle it because you won't get another chance until intermission" he explained carefully with a bright smile at Jack. Teaching people about the theater and proper ettiquet for attending plays was fun and it certainly spared him and the other workers from any trouble later on if people asked now rather than later. " The brochure..." He trailed off as he saw the kid had more than one in his hands and there was a pause as he wondered how that happened. Probably someone at the front being a little overly excited or nervous about the rush. He dismissed it though and simply took one of the brochures from Jack carefully. " … Just gives you some information on who is in the play and what role they're playing, the director, scriptwriter, the play's title... It's like an information pamphlet, basically. You're free to do as you please with it and look it over. I like to hold onto them as souvenirs, personally. Sometimes I manage to get some of the actors or directors to sign it, makes it a bit more special I think. Is... All this making sense?" MADE BY ★MEULK [newclass=.spc b]color:#6ba0b1;[/newclass] |
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Post by jack on Jul 1, 2016 15:46:33 GMT
The long explanation reminded Jack of school. Man, he'd came to not think about school, but y'know, sometimes stuff like that happens when he asked a question. Dully, he listened -- and got the information he sought. It sounded pretty troublesome to have a play interrupted by a bunch of people moving about in the audience seating though, so Jack got that bit.
"Uh, I think?" said Jack, after Adam was done with his explanation. He had tried to pay attention, but maybe he hadn't tried hard enough, because he didn't really get why everyone's names was on the pamphlet. Oh well. It would make for a good souvenir, though, just like the guy had said. And he could give the extra out to people whom he actually liked as souvenirs. Jack liked that thought.
Grinning, Jack shrugged as he said, "You know what, never mind if it really doesn't. I'll figure it out eventually." He pointed in the general direction of the restrooms. "Bathrooms there, concession stand out there, and uh ..."
Wait a second. The dude forgot to tell him something.
"My seat is ... D14? You didn't tell me where it is ..."
ADAM
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Post by ADAM on Jul 9, 2016 22:52:09 GMT
[attr="class","spc"] Figure it out eventually? Adam blinked a couple of times at that, frowning a little. Had he explained poorly? Shaking his head though, he dismissed his concern and brought back up his proper inviting smile. Jack pointed around, showing he understood the theater's layout at least, so that was good. Adam worried about the young man possibly not getting the idea of not leaving the seats until intermission, but he'd learn soon enough, he guessed. " Alright, but I'm happy to try and help explain the details further if need be" he assured with a small shrug. Then there was the part about the kid's seat. Adam flustered slightly at having seemingly forgotten to explain that bit. " Oh, well" he started and explained quietly " I just wanted to make sure you understood the other things before guiding you in." Shaking his head slightly, he turned to start walking into the theater. " If you're ready to take your seat though, I'll show you to it" he said, and glanced back briefly to make sure the younger man was following him. Into the auditorium they went, passing numerous rows to get quite close to the stage, actually. Adam eyed the ticket he was handed to make sure he was in the right section and row. It was fairly early, so not many people seemed to be around them here – people were pretty keen on getting bathroom breaks and food out of the way before they sat it would seem. " So, you sit about mid way into the row. The seat will have a fourteen on the metal support for the cushion" he explained, pointing to the seat beside him for an example. One of those automatically folding up chairs commonly found in theaters was sat there, the cushions a pale red in color with black metal framing. They looked fairly comfortable, thankfully. On the metal framing beneath the cushion one sits on, the front of it has a small plaque with the number one on it. Adam tapped the number to indicate that was what Jack needed to look for. ( Wanna start the fire now, or chat a little more? ) MADE BY ★MEULK [newclass=.spc b]color:#6ba0b1;[/newclass] |
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Jul 16, 2016 13:03:06 GMT
Post by jack on Jul 16, 2016 13:03:06 GMT
Just wanted to – man, what was up with these people? Jack kept his annoyance to a minimum; the guy was probably busy, and that was all there was to it. The theatre was probably filled with a bunch of people who all had similar questions to his own. Even if there were a bunch of crew members helping out, doing the same thing probably was tiring as fuck.
Like school, but look, Jack didn’t want to think about school.
“Yeah, thanks,” said Jack, following Adam to where his seat was.
After a quick wave of thanks at the crew member, Jack found his seat and sat down. It wasn’t a bad seat. He had a fairly good view of the stage, decent neighbours who didn’t hog the armrests, and someone who was chomping away noisily to his right. Whatever. At least whoever it was, he wouldn’t be chomping away while the play was in full swing.
More and more people started to file into their seats as time trickled on.
He glanced up at the old lighting on the ceiling of the theatre, the wiring that must have been absolutely ancient, and tried not to think about how everything could go wrong. While it would be interesting – and he did wish for something interesting, but not too interesting – enjoying the show while he was in goddamn New York was probably something he should focus on for now.
And the play started as the characters moved on stage, talking about things Jack couldn’t really bring himself to care for. Maybe he’d just read the brochures later.
ADAM
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