Welcome! Welcome to the Theatre of the Soul! Onstage tonight, filling every seat in the house – up there, in the scaffolds! Hanging from the curtains! In the make-up chair, inhaling the scent of greasepaint, letting it fill the pores with gray, slick decoration.
Lost your ticket? No, that could never happen. You've had it for so long. Check your pockets, dear.
There. Now let Miranda show you inside; we've all been waiting. Why, we're just breathless about it!
We love you so much. It's so good to see you again.
The boards await. The lights are up.
Author bio: RS lives in Detroit, where they aim for a zombie theme park. She thinks one already exists in her head. Admission is free: http://rsbohn.blogspot.com