*watches you go inside the theater, her expression pure, blank bewilderment (what in the world?)*
*follows you inside, but not quickly enough not to lose you in the corridors, as she soon realizes*
*hears the unmistakably noisy sounds of children and teenagers (laughing, chattering) float out through the doors to the auditorium* *shows her student ID at the desk and then heads that way, hesitantly pulling open one of the double doors and stepping inside*
*pauses in the back of the hall to survey the scene before her—a whole mess of girls (and a few boys) of varying ages in leotards, goofing around on stage and in the seats, clearly milling around before a rehearsal of some kind, and a severe-looking ballet mistress clapping her hands and trying to establish some sort of order*