She nodded once, steering him gently by the arm, into the shadow and through the space between into the Backstage. There was a feeling similar to cobwebs during the transition, and for a brief moment Petit would look like one of the shadows, angular scales from head to toe, her hair more wild than ever, though once on the other side the only evidence of this was her hair settling on its own, as it so often did.
"You can open your eyes now." She said, "But stay quiet for a minute, just listen." The Backstage had its own sounds, a low, almost inaudible thrum, almost like amplifier feedback carrying through the whole place was the most prevalent, but also the one that most people tended to miss. There was an occasional fluting noise off in the distance, like wind across reeds, and also the intermittent sound of wet leaves being swept across concrete.
Petit smiled, she was more at home here than she was most places, she fit here, and Toto was practically vibrating with glee, he could always get to the place himself if he wanted, and sometimes he did, but apparently he liked it better with Petit there.