“Passionately, I listened to the curses put on my fate.”

You were here to sing for a play, but ended up arriving too early. Though the latter was somewhat good, seeing as you could hear the soft voice behind the door, reading poems you can only imagine of.

“She was haven in my life besieged by the devil-”

The man stopped.

“Its impolite to intrude someone’s privacy.”

He muttered in a now dull voice,

“Speak up.”