The letters were larger than life. The marquee was old but on this evening it shined as vibrant as opening night. The new proprietor holding a stack of unused consonants looks down from the ladder as the felt of the red carpet begins to raise from the cracked sidewalk. As the bronze edges of the ticket booth winked with excitement. All color around transitions from vague to sharp. A group of figures come into focus corralled by rope and poles staggered 4 feet apart making just enough slack to smirk at passer by. A booming voice slices the air occupying every ear. A man with a cut jaw and ears one size too big holds back his excitement in the creases of his eyes.