After getting over the first few minutes of euphoria (come on, this is every girl's dream!), I remembered that I only had so much time. I franticly looked around for another door, and saw one right to the left to me. Unfortunately, for me, it was only a broom closet. Yet it was obviously not unfortunate for the couple inside.

"Oh! Sorry," I quickly blurted out as I shut the door.

I took a deep breath and tried to assess my surroundings. There really was just one hallway with only one door, apart from the broom closet. I laughed at myself for not noticing it before. I walked down whilst detecting music and singing behind the door I was facing. Remembering my objective, I gulped a deep breath in, opened the door, and walked in.

The theater was exactly how it was depicted in the movie, only much bigger. I realized that the grand door had ruined my hopes of making an oh-so-sneaky entrance, and I attempted to shut it as quietly as possible Fortunately, as I looked around, no one had noticed me. Every single person in the audience was far too enraptured with the show.

Way to go Christian, I thought as I found a seat near the back against the wall. As much as I wanted to be as close as possible to Christian when he belts out his part of the duet, I needed a quick exit to back stage.

Now that I had time to look around, I noticed how this theater looks so different from the ones I've been to before EVERYTHING was made out of wood, which is so odd[which is a striking change] to a girl living in The Age of Plastic and Other Unknown Substances. Plus there were no speakers, so the owners of the voices I heard from the very front of the room must have had to project like crazy.[no speakers could exist either so I could only imagine the power behind the performer's projection seeing as I could hear them quite clearly] Plus the chairs were very nice, compared to the movie theater ones I was so used to. [All the furnishings were luxurious right down to the audience chair, quite different from gum plastered movie theatre seats]
As I finally had a chance to watch the show, I looked onto the stage and tried to find exactly where they[where Chritian and Satine] were in the story. Ah, yes, it was right when the cast had to change the ending and Satine was singing about diamonds. Right on time!
After I relaxed and watched the show, my cell phone begins[began] to ring. I gave a yelp and the German song, "Mwahahahaha" started to play as everyone in the rows around me stared with a mix from astonishment to annoyance. I try[tried] to cover it up by humming the tune as I press[pressed] talk on the UNKNOWN CALLER, but I knew that it did nothing[except make the fellow viewers around me think I was slightly touched in the mind].
"What?" I half whispered, half shrieked, into the cell phone. I knew who was calling.
"Why are you still sitting? Go into the corner or something; people will get curious."
"Are you kidding me? This is almost working for my benefit, since now everyone thinks I'm the crazy girl talking to myself tonight," I said as I looked around at people who were pretending not to watch me. "And how did you know I was sitting? Are you watching me?"
"That's beside the point. And you really should have put your phone on silent."
"Way to avoid the question, but I didn't exactly think I'd get any calls in EIGHTEEN NITEY-NINE! Do I even get bars here?" An old lady in the row ahead of me shushed me. I shushed her back.
"I just wanted to warn you," he said through gritted teeth, "that because of the entire ruckus that will happen in a few minutes, it will be very difficult to get behind stage in time."
"So you're saying it's time to leave now?" I stood up as if I was getting up to leave.
"No, no!" He said, "Enjoy the show. Just be ready to go soon."
"Okay William," I said, surprised by his consideration. "Thanks. We'll talk about the peeping thing later," I said with a smile. I turned off the phone and placed it back in my purse. I looked up and saw the grumpy old lady staring at me.
"Can I help you? Because if not, I don't believe you paid good money to stare at me." She gave a humph and turned back to the stage, as did I.
I hadn't missed much, since at that very moment, the door opened and Satine and Christian were panting with tears down their faces. I had to try very hard not to laugh, due to the fact that no one else in the crowd understood what was going on but me….and The Duke. I forgot about him and immediately started to look for him in the audience. I knew he was in the front row on the left side, so I looked toward that direction and found him practically sizzling in his chair.
"Um…Miss? Pardon me, but…are you alright?" I heard a voice whisper next to me. I turned to the left of me and found the owner of the voice. It was a beautiful woman, probably in her early twenties, with dark chocolate hair and pale skin. In her yellow dress and hat, she looked like one of those 'classic beauties' as my mom referred to them. If I lived in this time, she would have been the girl I whished I looked like. I remembered she had asked me a question and tried to make some semblance of myself.
"Um, 'scuse me?"
"I do not mean to bother you, but you do seem a little lost. Are you looking for someone? Hiding from someone?" She asked that with a hint of excitement in her eyes. I gave her a smile; she reminded me less of a stranger now and more like my big sister. I laughed and said, "No, I'm not hiding from someone, but you can certainly say I'm on an adventure."
I gestured toward my attire and gave a nervous laugh. "I'm Robin Lockwood. What's your name?"
She opened her mouth and probably would have given her name, when a man next to her gruffly said, "Suzanne, don't talk to…strangers," he said whilst giving me a once over. The man had a tuxedo on and the only hair on his head was his mustache. He was one of those intimidating guys that in another life, I would have expected to be a chemistry teacher. I could feel myself sinking into the chair. Did everyone here think that just because I wore pants I was an alien, an orphan, or a prostitute? The answer was, sadly, yes.
After he turned back to the show, I released the breath I was holding in. Suzanne turned to me and whispered, "Sorry about that. He's just a little… protective."
"Yeah I know what you mean," I said with a smile to let her know I wasn't mad at her. "My dad's just the same."
She gave me a strange look, almost like confusion, but I didn't know why she would. "Richard isn't my father. He's my husband."
I raised my eyebrows way up. Whoa, this was getting a little too weird. I knew back then women were married REALLY young, but it just didn't make sense for these two to be married. He seemed to be in his late forties. There had to be at least a twenty-three year age difference. If she was a few years younger, he could have been arrested. Without realizing what I was doing, I mumbled, "Eww, gross."
"Are you not married?" she asked with her eyebrows raised even higher than mine were. I suppose it would have been assumed that I would have been married off by this age, but it still weirded me out. "No. Where I'm from, we don't marry until we are ready. That's usually in our late twenties to a guy the same age."The look on her face was very confusing, like she thought I was lying. I felt a little uncomfortable and looked around for something else, when I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and saw The Duke pointedly staring at me. He seemed confused and angry at the same time. I could almost feel his eyes burning through my head. This was not good.
I heard my cell phone ring and Suzanne gasp[gasped]. I gave her an apologetic look and saw that an UNKNOWN MESSAGE was sent. Please let William give a reason why The Duke is staring at me I prayed while I opened the text.

U r n danger. 1 of Dke's hnchmn saw u staring & him b4 and thnks u might be a prob. Figr out a way 2 get bkstge b4 he gets 2 u, by ne means necessary. If he gets u u will nvr have a chance 2 save Satn.
I took a deep breath and tried to think of ways to escape. Run-no, to easy to be caught by one of the thick heads. Faint-[again,] no, they would still find me after, and even if they didn't, I wouldn't have time to escape from those caring for me to save Satine. I needed a diversion, but what? And most diversions don't work with a one woman show. Just then, I had a light-bulb moment.
I turned to Susan, who I found staring over my shoulder at the cell-phone screen, trying to decipher it. The look on her face was the exact same one my dad gets when he tries to text. She opened up her mouth, unsure, and asked, "How did those letters end up on that small box? And what do they mean?"
Ignoring her first question, I held up my phone and said, "These words mean that a man in this room is after me, and if I don't lose him, people I care very much about will die."
Her mouth turned into an O and she grabbed my hand. I was impressed. If a girl as weird as I was to her sat down next to her and told her someone was going to die, I probably would have gone screaming for the hills.
She asked, "What can I do?"
I gave her the most serious look I could and said, "I need you to give a diversion that will make sure that The Duke won't find me before I get backstage."
She gave me a grin that was almost twenty-first century worthy and said, "That I most certainly do."