The theatre is big and old and gorgeous and Peter clutches his notebook to his chest, standing in the lobby with a quiet expression of awe. He'd printed out another copy of his resume just in case, and brought along the notebook to take as many notes as possible. He shouldn't be so nervous maybe, but he can't help it. This could be his first real job.
He lingers in the lobby, not sure if he's supposed to go into the auditorium or wait out here.