In this night at the outskirts of Havenwright, darkness hovered in the horizon. The moon was cloaked under heavy mist, its soft glow illuminating the streets outside the newly-opened theater.
The crowd flooded the theatre.
The Fulners went all out in promoting the show. The show was a sold-out with audiences from diverse backgrounds. Their faces were lit with anticipation and their chattery overflowing the theater to the extent where the noises could be heard on the street.
The dome and the edge of the stage were fully decorated with candles and oil lamps, which illuminated the stage as bright as daylight.
"Those hopeless pricks finally showed their worth, at least they did get enough people for the night," Dick turned, scanned the crowd and nodded as he sat in the front row.