Welcome to Auditorium via Creativity!

(There is a story to be told almost every night at three different times and the actors aren't too bad, just like every other auditorium you have been to in the world. After you showing them your ticket, or VIP pass they let you inside the auditorium. You decide to pick a seat towards the middle, this way you don't strain your neck and you don't have to stare down at the stage.

You sit in the middle of an auditorium. There isn't a lot of people, but there are people there and all of them seem eager to see what shall happen for (today or tonight depending on where you are at). Suddenly, a lone figure steps out from behind the curtain and all becomes somewhat silent except for the occasional whisper about what the person might be wearing. It stops at the center of the stage while standing on the edge. Suddenly, a light appears upon her and you see she had her head bowed and eyes closed. Now she looks up as she opens her eyes to see the audience. A smile is upon her face even though she is wearing jeans and a black t-shirt with a dark red rose with white around its edges.)

Hi. Welcome to my Auditorium of wonder, or Cleopatra if u prefer. *she waves or bows which ever one you prefer*

My name is SilverAngel. *smiles politely* I write for the enjoyment of others and I would also enjoy seeing what you think of my stories as I will review some of yours as well. Most likely, I will try to review any that ask me for a review, but even I have many things to do so I may be slow to leave a review for you. This my dear audience is my profile page and I enjoy when I see that people look at it because it explains some of the reasons that I write the way that I do. You'll find I write some poetry, not a lot, and I always write fiction. If you leave me a request I'll try and complete it as soon as I get a chance, it won't be easy with work and school though.

Go ahead and request me to write stories as well. I don't mind doing so for anyone as long as it's within my capabilities.

This is just a little bit about myself. Also feel free to laugh if you wish to, I enjoy making people laugh even if its just because I was over doing a joke.

favorite color: Blue, Silver, and Black (No I don't like bruises. Sorry poor attempt at a joke)

favorite line: "I knew you were into the game, but not literally a part of the game!" -Best friend (yes she literally told me this after people kept hitting me with hockey sticks while trying to get a hold of the puck that I was guarding at the second.

"Careful what you wish for" -My Mom and Dad

"So are you going to show us that wicked serve that you always brag about?" -My friend Spires (I will not put their real name since it is only fair)

favorite story: The Golden Compass (If anyone doesn't like this then feel free to tell me why, I would enjoy trying to contradict you on your reasoning.)

favorite language: Spanish, English, and of course Irish. :)

favorite thing to do: Hmm, art!!! Oh, and writing, of course.

Last three, I know you are trying to bare with me. I may not be a teacher, but I know that even I can be a bit of a bore at times. Yes, my jokes are lame at times as well.

favorite sport: Floor hockey (yeah, a girl plays hockey, does anyone have a problem against this?), tennis, fishing (yes, I bait them and take them off the hook, big whoop-de-doo.) Finally my last favorite sport is Lacrosse.

favorite author: Plato (Yes, I know, he isn't always easy to understand especially with what he is trying to say to everyone.)

Place I wish to go: Hmm, tough question... I would have to say Ireland, but I can't really explain why except for the scenery and the peacefulness of it.

Thank you for reading this, if you do, and thank you for reading my stories, if you do after reading this! Now on with the reading or going to do whatever you were doing!!!

(Bows dramatically before turning and walking behind a curtain that had been behind her. The curtains closed completely, and then the lights slowly dim as the audience becomes dead silent except for an occasional whisper. Finally, all has become silent and no one speaks a word as they realize something new will happen in time.)