"Welcome, everyone, again. I hope you enjoyed the short break after the art club's performance. You've already seen five performances of five different clubs. I hoped you enjoyed at least a single one of them. They're our school's pride of course. Since that'd be embarrassing if you didn't." The crowd laughed at the principal's lighthearted speech. "Anyway, without further ado, the theater club's performance will now start. They'll be performing a story, written by Adamo and has been summarized and slightly altered by Eli Melad titled, Visions. Do enjoy."
"Pfft-" Theodore was watching in the stands, nearly spitting his drink out. "This was one of the worst books I've published... people called it cliche. I didn't think it'd be here." He thought to himself.