By Irin Mahaparn and Keighty Lautz
There was no way you would willingly speak for these people. You conclude and sprint off the stage. It was dark behind the curtains, and quiet. You realize with a start that there were no stage hands. Sighing in relief, you emerge from the curtains and poke around. Old costume, ancient concert posters, and out-dated equipment was strewn around. You frown and realize that you must have gotten transported behind the old auditorium at the fair grounds. A soft shuffle distracts you and you spin around, surprised. What do you do?
-Explore of course, its that or go back on stage. –slide 24
-Hide! You don’t want to land in any more trouble! –Slide22
“What are you doing here? You were supposed to die with the rest of them!” he shrieked.