But I do love the stalkers. We know the plot.
It was a normal...ish kind of day for the Grande Populare. The benefactor was running here and there making sure that the cast was ready for their rehearsal. A shadow unseen standing on a rail, snorted as the female watched from her vintage point. There was only one that deserved center stage. And it wasn't that bloody lead male. Natalya, as the female shadow named herself, thought that the male lead was a waste of space and air to the people. Her silent footsteps quickly took her from one place to another slowly cutting an piece of rope. The benefactor was quitting today, and she wanted to be sure that the new ones knew exactly whom this Opera house owed its popularity to. That was right. Her. She secretly wrote all the things they produce. Course no one knew. But she may have told him once. Her student. The only one to ever see the other side that she had been sure was buried. She watched as the scene took place with a cruel smile on her lips.