The Little Center turns out to be a weird building, both huge and containing a whole lot of not much. The inside is a theater, with a capacity of approximately 12, and the whole effect is of some half-baked idea shoe-horned into a space designed for something else. Although there are signs for auditions up everywhere, there are no signs of anybody auditioning. Over in one corner, someone with a beret and a clipboard is saying, "OK, Larry, I know you're working lights, but we need you to play Polonius, too..."^A

 You don't think this quite qualifies as life, either, and you're beginning to think your entire strategy's wrong. You head outside to think.

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