This show was insanely immersive. Actors walked through the isles, the actors themselves fit their roles like gloves. The story of Pippin was a good one, and this company did it well, giving it a 60s aesthetic. But of every aspect of the show, there was one thing you loved the most. Fastrada. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of her, her dance moves, everything was captivating. And you could feel her eyes on you too, like she knew something. But in the end, the actor for Pippin rebelled, refusing to create the perfect ending. You found it absurd that someone would ever run away. But then, the Leading Player, with all the other actors at her side, spoke to the audience. “But… I know there are many of you out there, extraordinary people, who would gladly trade your ordinary lives for the opportunity to do one perfect act. And we will always be there for you, anytime you want us. Why we are right inside your heads, and we promise you sets, costumes, lights, and magic!” You were drawn in, leaning forward in your seat. Fastrada stood right in front of your seat, and extended her hand to you. She muttered something short. And then, your vision turned white, like you were blinded by the sun.

When you wake, you feel your back against cold granite, and the air feels different than the slightly stuffy theater air. It feels fresher, like you were somewhere else entirely. When you open your eyes and sit up, it confirms it. You’re in a throne room, with stone floors and a throne with red backing and a thin golden cross in the center. There’s a woman on the throne, humming her song under her breath. And then you realize, it’s Fastrada. With her deep pink dress with a deeper V-neck, black heels, and pinned up ginger hair. When she turns, she sees you, and she raises her perfectly manicured eyebrows.

“Well, look at you, just coming in. Uninvited.” She muses, lightly fanning herself with a fan that says “Bye Bitch” in bold red lettering. Her eyes are locked on yours, expecting a good explanation for your behavior.