It's a piss poor attempt theatre. [ Jack's voice rises from the back of the place where he'd previously been lounging, feed up on the seat in front of him, waiting for the show to start. The only other person in the theatre has made her way up to the stage, and Jack looks at her for a few moments before getting up from his spot, grunting slightly as he stands up. ]
Perhaps we've erred in terms of time--are we early? [ He doesn't think so, not with the lights dimming and all that, but it's light conversation as he makes his way to the stage himself, curiosity getting the better of him. ]
the play;
Perhaps we've erred in terms of time--are we early? [ He doesn't think so, not with the lights dimming and all that, but it's light conversation as he makes his way to the stage himself, curiosity getting the better of him. ]