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June 24, 2006
There is nothing here but darkness and silence. Leaning back against the wall, I find myself surrounded by a clutter of dusty costumes and forgotten props. There are strains of distant conversation, of people talking and the occasional bout of laughter, muted through the cold walls around me. Footsteps echo occasionally, passing by, never stopping, echoing, echoing in the quiet. Voices call out to one another in the darkened corridors backstage. Closing my eyes, I find myself strangely at peace. Someone else has been here, once, and felt the same way that I do now. But it's just me tonight.