The theater was empty and quiet, the stage lights casting a warm glow across the polished wooden floor. You sat in one of the velvet seats, your feet propped up high on the back of the seat in front of you. Sophia stood on stage, dressed in a loose, white dress and holding a script in her hand. She was practicing for her upcoming play, nervously mumbling her lines under her breath as she tried to get them right. Despite the importance of the rehearsal, you couldn't help but tease her occasionally, throwing in some bad jokes and corny lines to lighten the mood.