Pupper Alternate Ending

As I was driving back home from work in the lumber mill, I saw a carnival which wasn’t there when I went to work this morning. I decided to stop and see what was there. I forgot my jacket at work, so i was cold, especially since it was I cold, chilly December night. I walked into the carnival and I saw a sign meet the best fakir in England. I was shocked by the statement that he was the best, so I wanted to go talk to him myself. I walked into his tent which is on it’s own side of the carnival, alone, away from everyone. He told me, “ You are the one I have been waiting for”.

The concrete stairs ascended at a harsh angle, a glistening bronze handrail aside them. At the foot of the stairs was a large, clear landing, void of all but two cracked pots of dying hydrangea and a ratty vending machine that only sold generic ginger ale. There weren't any lights in the landing, nor were there any windows. It was dark and very damp; some green and purple mosses grew in tatters from the ceiling and occasionally stretched across the dusty floor.

As we dressed for the show, my thoughts were flooded with images and ideas. We descended the hotel stairs, hailed a taxi, and arrived at the theatre; while I remained in a pleasant daze. My first impression of the Nederlander met and exceeded all my expectations. I had envisioned an old theater, forgotten by the Broadway elite. As we walked to the door, we were able to see the wall signed by the cast and photos of the premier. The theater itself had a rundown feel to it and left you with the distinct impression that the magic was within the walls and on stage. As we entered the doors, I soaked in every thing. Our seats were located in the center, orchestra section, which gave us a perfect view of all the action.

“How old are you (F/N)?” I turned in the direction I heard the voice come from,

The sound of the Capitol woman's voice caused a throbbing pain in his head. Maybe if I just ignore her, she'll go away, he thought. He closed his eyes and tried desperately to return to sleep, but every time he felt himself slowly drifting off, he was pulled back to reality by the squawking of his name, with several creative threats on the side. Eventually, he gave in, dragged himself out of bed, pulled on a dressing gown, and wandered sluggishly to the door.

She found herself in a pillared hall that must take up most of the ground floor of the building. A very inadequate light was shed by a pair of enormous bronze candelabra standing at the foot of a showy marble staircase set in the center of the hall, which seemed an inefficient use of space. Much vague sculpture loitered in the shadows along the walls. The marble floor supported some random rugs and a few ugly sofas and chairs, poorly arranged.

images one usually has of this type of place. However, bad luck and filth live on the walls.

"This mansion of gloom" with its dark hallways and draperies,

The first thing I noticed when I entered the theater was the light that shone through the crack in the walls of the set design. As the play continued, the colors and value of the light changed, sometimes dependent on the time of day and other times dependent on a mood or a particular event. For instance, when the play

The house was in complete disorder. One could see signs of intense struggle inside. If one looked closely one could even see signs of someone desperately searching for something. It was unknown if the thing they were searching had been found or not.

Other than being able to prove a seemingly impossible job possible, the team dedicated their hearts to the interior design as well. The building would be a historical landmark, so why not make it as beautiful as possible right? Not only does it have a 4,200-seat theater, but it also had a beautiful hotel and stylish office building. It has a 17-story tall tower and had ground level commercial storefronts on Congress and Wabash ave. The building has exquisite designs, stained glass, amazing woodwork, floor tile work, a gilt ceiling, and is said to be, “the perfect bridge between the 19th and 20th centuries”. This theatre was created with many elements that allowed the it to change shape, size, and purpose. Made from plaster and iron, a solid reducing curtain was designed.

You couldn't believe the gory scene in front of you and you inhaled sharply, fearful of approaching Springtrap in his insane state. You nervously made your way back to the Office in fear of Springtrap jumping out and murdering you on the spot. You sat on the comfy, black chair which creaked under your weight and realized that your shift already started and you still didn't have a fully-developed plan. 'What's the point anyways, I'm going to die whether by the Phantoms or Springtrap's hands.' Losing all hope, you grasped the tablet and began to monitor the horror attraction that contained greasy checkered-tile floors and props that came from a landfill (at least you think).

My Fiancee and I had just entered the Ford’s Theater that evening. The exterior design of the theater was made of bricks and painted white. The interior was filled with seats and a large stage that stretched from one side of the wall to another. I have came to the theater many times but this was the first time I had brought my fiancee to come with me. I think she came to the theater with me because rumors say that the president was also coming.

“Oh yes. Thank you Mrs. Hudson. I don’t know what we would do if you weren 't

The space in which you encounter a production is vital to how it is heeded by individual members of an audience. Knowles says theatres “are ideologically coded in ways that range from enforcing class differences and interests through “the tyranny of architectonic grandeur”’ (71), meaning the more grand the building, the higher the audience within climbs on the social ladder. The Princess of Wales Theatre has thousands of seats, gorgeous architecture, and a high level of grandiosity. High expectations come with such an exceptional location and the spectators are ready to be contented. Knowles says “all performances take place within specific architectural and geographic frames that serve to shape their meanings” (66), if The Incident of The Curious Dog in The Nighttime