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Why weren’t there more lights backstage? I felt like a mouse in a maze.  It was difficult to tell if the hanging costumes were people or if the shadows were hanging costumes.  There he was!  “Excuse me sir!  Sir!”  He turned around and caught my eye. I managed to hold his gaze for a moment.  He was nervous, almost frightened.  His eyes a deep brown, he seemed to want to say something, but instead he fell into the low lighting and disappeared.  I picked up my pace to try and catch him.  “Wait!”  I briskly walked and then ran past racks and racks of costumes and odd set design items like furniture, tall plants, and a fake standing bear.

“Wait! Please, I want to talk to you!” The backstage door swung open and blinding light flooded me where I stood, and hindered my view.  He was gone.   I quickly looked to the left and then to the right and no one was there.  I looked to the left again and then began to run along the backside of the theatre.  I slowed down, because I realized that he was in fact gone.  Why would anyone run from a perfect stranger unless they had something to hide or something to lose? Turning around, I walked back towards the backstage door. I again waded through the racks of hanging costumes and walking shadows of actors and busy people.  Why would he run?  I found myself back in my seat.

 

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