The Dressing Room
This door is already open. Jazz music spills out, drawing you in. Climbing the wooden stairs you hesitate and peer up at a figure by the mirror.
You look through stacks of vinyl; you try on costumes and wigs. As you reach for the top shelf, a hat box flips over and strange artifacts fall to the dusty carpet. Want to take a look?
Lost performances
Lost
Abandoned
Discarded
Forgotten
