All great works of art tested the limits of what civilization and the reigning institutional powers of the time might allow. This wasn’t, strictly speaking, true, of course, but it was a useful justification for convincing thespians and labourers alike to work for nothing but the promise of a memorable performance. The cool spring air lightly shook a stack of planks left leaning against the side of the makeshift stage built in the centre of the Dawnbringer’s Plaza.
It was about as ornate and well constructed as one could expect for a night and a morning’s work on a minimal budget. The main feature was it’s thick faux-velvet curtains draped across the wooden stage with gold coloured tassels and rope hanging in all the pleasant looking spots. It helped distract would be audiences from the shoddy workmanship that exposed long gaps between the wood that was supposed to be fitted together snugly, but wasn’t quite enough to allow the slowly gathering crowd to ignore the mist of sawdust occasionally wafting itself into their faces.
They were remarkably patient, though, a fact which surprised the young director, who was nervously pacing as he waited for his creation to be brought to life. Of course, the people would love it, that wasn’t really the topic of his concern, but, as the new saying went, ’the show must go on.’
Walking up to the stage, the boy looked at the sun, now hanging in the centre of the heaven’s above, before looking down silently at the sparse mob that had assembled. ”Good afternoon and thank you for joining me on this fine afternoon,” He began, sweeping his arm across the audience in suitably dramatic fashion, before pausing for effect, and finishing his introduction in what he felt was a suitably succinct fashion. ”This courtroom drama is based on real events, but, I hope that you can find, as I have, that life can be just as entertaining as art. Please enjoy.” And with that, the boy grabbed the top hat from his head, and gave another ornate sweep under his stomach as he gave a light bow to the crowd, stepping backwards and making his way off of the stage. He would wait a moment now for any straggling interested parties to decide whether or not they wanted a place in the crowd before drawing the curtain.