A theatre is a living being. If you listen closely, you can hear it breathing. You can see its eyes, watching you, critiquing you. It listens, to your words, however mundane, spoken to its amusement. Whether or not a show is being presented on stage, the above remains true. Even the silence of the emptiness or the hum from the ghost light is enough to appease it. Auntie Kiki goes to the theater at