I’m backstage organizing props, costumes, and set pieces when I hear someone singing out in the theater. I pause in my actions, brow furrowing. I should be the only one here; everyone else left early.

I walk out into the wings of the stage and watch as someone prances about up there, belting their heart out. I don’t know who they are, how they got here, or where they came from. But I tragically find myself entranced by their performance.

When said performance is included, I begin clapping. “Bravo,” I cheer. “You know, for a trespasser, you’ve got a great talent.”