His father had decided to invite to watch something that wasn't the colosseum since he especially knew the pain that was now associated with that location. They would visit a travelling troupe that was working in the town. His father, David, had mentioned it to Alex, and they were to catch up after the show to talk about their lives and answer many questions on Eight's mind.
The show was being hosted by a playwright, who had been gathering actors at locations and teaching them over a few days, handling all the work, from make up to stage to warming up the audience. The play was said to have a high level of professionalism, and there were rumors of it coming around and how great it was.
Alex and David were walking together, having a chit chat. Alex was bombarding him with questions, about his basics. Such as his favorite color, his age, where he was from. As these, simpler questions were answered. they finally go to the stage area. There was a large, beautifully constructed stage of wood, with fine velvet draped over it and small golden embellishments. There was standing room only, and there was even a group of bards with their instruments right off stage, on both sides to enhance the experience.
A man in glasses was walking around the crowd a bit out of place, but there were all sorts of people. Even some nobles were in attendance with the private security escort, as well as some rabble dressed in their rags. Actors before they would go behind the scenes were in the crowd too, warming everyone up.The atmosphere was bubbly, there were drinks being sold, likely by the same troupe, and finally some music began, as a ten minute warning that the show was about to start.
Eight was happy to spend some time with his father, David, after bonding over this, it should make the hard heart-to-heart that would normally ensue afterwards, a little easier. Eight had bought a round of drinks for himself and his father, as he tried to squirm to get a better sight.
The show was being hosted by a playwright, who had been gathering actors at locations and teaching them over a few days, handling all the work, from make up to stage to warming up the audience. The play was said to have a high level of professionalism, and there were rumors of it coming around and how great it was.
Alex and David were walking together, having a chit chat. Alex was bombarding him with questions, about his basics. Such as his favorite color, his age, where he was from. As these, simpler questions were answered. they finally go to the stage area. There was a large, beautifully constructed stage of wood, with fine velvet draped over it and small golden embellishments. There was standing room only, and there was even a group of bards with their instruments right off stage, on both sides to enhance the experience.
A man in glasses was walking around the crowd a bit out of place, but there were all sorts of people. Even some nobles were in attendance with the private security escort, as well as some rabble dressed in their rags. Actors before they would go behind the scenes were in the crowd too, warming everyone up.The atmosphere was bubbly, there were drinks being sold, likely by the same troupe, and finally some music began, as a ten minute warning that the show was about to start.
Eight was happy to spend some time with his father, David, after bonding over this, it should make the hard heart-to-heart that would normally ensue afterwards, a little easier. Eight had bought a round of drinks for himself and his father, as he tried to squirm to get a better sight.