The sound of singing reaches Rhory's ears, and for a moment, he's confused.

This theater has been empty and abandoned for years, or at least that's what he thought until today. He's never seen nor heard a single person in here other than himself, when he comes in here to practice his acting. He feels most alive on stage, and even more alive when there's no audience, one watching, no one judging,the worry of if he's even good enough to even be in a movie disappearing when he's in his element.

Rhory follows the voice, feeling almost entranced. He's never heard a voice like that before, and he feels almost as though he's being hypnotised. For a moment, he wonders if he's finally heard an angel, or if maybe he's hallucinating.

He slowly pushes open the door to the room, wincing slightly at the small creak that elicits from it's rusty hinges. Luckily, the angelic voice continues, unaware of the noise and his soft footsteps as he enters.

Rhory's eyes land immediately on the person standing in the middle of the empty stage, light from the window hitting them in a way that makes them look nearly ethereal, their eyes closed as they sing their heart out to some imaginary audience.

He stays still, listening and entranced. He's never seen anyone here before, but oh he wishes he'd seen them sooner. How long have they been coming here? Is this their first time, or have they been using this place for a while, and they've just simply never crossed paths until now??

He keeps these thoughts to himself, especially when the person finally notices him. Rhory can't help the pang of disappointment he feels once the singing abruptly comes to an end, and the owner of the voice turns to him, their eyes wide and cheeks flushed with the embarrassment of being caught.

At first, Rhory says nothing and simply stands there, not sure what to say after a performance like that. Should he clap? He doesn't know. Singing like that certainly deserves an applause, he thinks, but wouldn't that be obnoxious??

He's over thinking this, isn't he?