Truly a Sight to Behold...
Managing to only find a few little passages, which lead mostly to stock rooms for lighting and sound, Mag began to give up the search for the night, realizing it was far later than she assumed when even the cleaning staff began to leave. It was a long way back to the stage, she realized, as she had worked her way up the catwalks, to the back wall, where there was a narrow walk way for lights to be changed, should they break. It was to her luck though, that there were few hindrances, and she could easily and quickly make her way back to the ground level.
She took deliberate, slow steps across the stage upon arriving, loving the way her heels clicked against the wood and how it echoed in this most sacred of chambers. Everything here, be it the swish of a curtain or, in this scenario, a click of a heel, had a musical undertone bearing it. So a few steps to the right, say, would be a simple underscore, accompanied by the swish of her skirt and her naturally rhythmic breathing, and she had created a masterpiece all on her own. Mag reveled in it for a moment, allowing herself to get lost in the melody inside her head as she twirled herself across the stage, taking her sweet time in reaching her destination. It wasn’t as though she were leaving the opera house, after all, and being employed by them brought with her a set of keys, in the event they did lock something important.
Finally, when too much movement brought a sharp but quick pain to her side, she ended her solo performance and retired to the back room, where she had kept her few belongings, namely, a decorated walking stick, which mainly served as an accessory rather than a necessity, and a folder heavy laden with musical arrangements and charts containing her tight handwriting and the names of hundreds of choral members.
In turning to leave, Mag spotted a man hunched down behind a rather tall stack of boxes. With his back turned to her, she could do nothing but assume that he was a member of staff, and lightly tapped on his shoulder, figuring he must have heard her coming, as her wardrobe alone tended to make a decent amount of noise when she moved.
“You know, everyone else has gone home. How about calling it a night, hm?” she spoke kindly, hoping only that she didn’t startle the man.