Chapter 57: The Theater (1)
The Xinkalan Theatre was located in the old district and had been around for a long time. When it was built, private cars weren’t yet widespread, so the theater’s parking lot was small, and securing a spot inside required a bit of luck. Outside the theater, other old buildings also had limited parking, so if you missed the internal lot, you had to park far away.
Rebecca had learned this the hard way. Thanks to her prior warning, Everly and Old John, whose biological clocks were very regular, woke up early on Saturday morning and drove to the Xinkalan Theatre.
The theater wasn’t open yet. Luckily, since Everly was there as a volunteer, the security guard at the entrance casually let her and Old John in after she explained the situation.
The easygoing Black guard told Everly and Old John that Susanna, the artistic director in charge of volunteers, hadn’t arrived yet. They could enter the theater and wait inside, then gather at the entrance at the appointed time.
“Got it, thank you!”
Old John waved at the guard and, following the signs, parked his car in the lot on the east side of the theater. Just as they had heard, the parking lot was quite shabby—roughly a hundred spaces—and the spaces were generally small. Old John’s Ford Mustang Jeep took up 1¼ spots.
Limited spaces and small dimensions—this was a common problem in America’s older parking lots.
The Xinkalan Theatre itself wasn’t very large. It had only one performance hall—the two-story circular building directly facing the main entrance.
After getting out of the car, the grandfather and granddaughter followed the signs, walked along the internal road, and entered the waiting hall through a small door on the east side of the performance building.