[sblock=Qynn/Sheng/Hadrak]The warforged quickly turns back into the lobby as he hears a new voice. He quickly slide between the lamp installers as this new person, settling himself into the doorway.
"No public allowed until tomorrow night. We're not hiring security at this time." He eyes dart around outside, obviously looking for something. "You can try your time with the lamp guys, once their back outside."
He goes to shut the door.
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As you wait patiently in the shadows, the conversation turns in the theatre.
"This is ridiculous!" says the half-orc.
"I agree." Says an offstage voice. "These light are horrible and they're ruining everything."
"Excuse m-" But the half-orc cuts them off.
"That's not what I mean and you know it! This is painful! I am not a singer! I don't wear pink! This show is over, without the lady. We should walk now!"
The halfling over by the rigging gets a concerned look on his face. In moments another halfing is on stage moving towards her.
"Oh no dear. The SHOW MUST GO ON!" She speaks the last part unnecessarily loudly, then falls into whispers with her.
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