lost in the play

In a city I don't recognize, I wait patiently in a crowded book shop. I sit on a small flight of stairs and stare out of the large windows and watch the rain travel to us. There are shoppers throughout. We are all going to make our way over to the local auditorium/theater for some fun... at the theater I am sitting front row with some girlfriends. Students of mine are onstage, dancing and cartwheeling. It's a festive scene until some of the girls, onstage, begin to falter, and fall. The audience is laughing -- cracking up -- and the girls grow red and weepy. I am laughing too --- it isn't that the girls are falling, but how serious they are about their dances. It reminds me of my own childhood. I am leaning over in my chair, when one of my girlfriend mentions that George Clooney is in the audience. I turn around, and directly behind me sits George and a few other celebrity men. I grow red this time. I turn back around, and the show is ending. The room falls silent, and we realize there is no "MC" --- at my feet there is a "sound box" and a microphone. I pick up the mic and make a few comments about the students and thank everyone for coming out.
The End.