Go.

The man walks so silently

Disguised in a stranger's clothes

So careful not to make a sound

His heart pumping so hard

He is sure they can hear it from their seats

He finally reaches his destination

Another man close to his age waiting by the door

The look through the key hole to see out

His pulse races at the sight

Uncountable faces in the dark

The two pear at each other and get ready to go

This is what they have been waiting for

Hundreds of hours of preparation

And the time is drawing near

They get the sign

The doors are open

They move halfway across the stage

The lights bright on there face

And the man delivers the first line