“Ahh, just look at them, ‘Lene. They’re all potential audience members, aren’t they.” Zenia patted Arlene’s arm fast, like an energetic rabbit. She gestured to her bag, plump with stacks of flyers to advertise the Fireflower Theatre. “So! Where’s our space?” The excitable woman looked around the area, leaning back and forth to see around the people walking around. Zenia and Arlene were at a street that was lined on both sides with festival booths. There were squeals and cheers coming from game booths, delectable smells wafting from various food stalls, and enough pop-up shops to make one’s wallet cry out in despair. Zenia could hardly keep her attention on a single booth, let alone pay enough attention to locate the booth that she and Arlene would be using this afternoon. The two had spent the morning exploring the theatre and chatting with the guards. All of their puttering around attracted the attention of the theatre staff, and eventually the owner. Zenia and Arlene met with the