Duck beneath the fallen beam and creep around the rubble at the entrance. This was a familiar path. Past the long abandoned popcorn stand, around the hall. There was only one door still useable on the first floor.
Entering the theatre hall, a lone person was in view. He sat alone at the middle row, watching the abandoned stage.
“I knew I’d find you here.”
“I never go anywhere else,” he replied evenly. His eyes had that glassy faraway look of someone whose mind was elsewhere. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
There’s nothing happening on the stage. A set of crumbling prop stairs and scattered pieces of furniture made the setting for some scene or other. No one walked their paces, no voices recited lines. Not for over a decade now.
“Yeah. What’s happening?”
“They’re singing. Such perfect harmony. Can’t you hear it?”
“I hear it.”
“I can’t believe they want to tear this place down. There’s so much life here. So much magic. Why can’t they see that?”
“Not everyone has your eyes. Perhaps if they could see, they never would have abandoned it in the first place.”
“Maybe. You should go now. The fairies are shy when other people watch the dancing.”
“Alright. Come back safe.”
“I always do.”
Turn around and walk back up the aisle. Look back, and he’s gone.