Jiles: We weren't sane. We weren't smart. Some called us artists. But we were no more artistic than anyone else. It was our world that was abstract. A world that made little sense, and somehow it (arguably) worked. We weren't trying to be 'new age' or 'prove anything'. We were just trying to mold a world that didn't belong to us.

We all ended up here in different ways, for different reasons, but somehow we came to form a sort of 'Brady-Bunch-on-acid' kind of dynamic. Life in this place changed as much as it's residents did. And yet, it was hauntingly the same everyday.

This story could start abruptly, but everything in this world is too abrupt already. So let's begin with an over-view, shall we? Five people somehow ended up living in an abandoned theater pretty much in the middle of nowhere. That's the basis of this story. The characters? Well, all of these people were vastly different, but find solace in one another somehow. First there's Allison and Violet. And yes, it is necessary to group them together. Although I'm no psychiatric personal, I can assure you that these girls were not normal. Everyday they woke up as another character. It was always someone from some movie or show they'd seen, and the vast amount of costumes, make-up and wigs gave them the tools to be someone different everyday. This might not seem like a huge dilemma, but you try convincing 'Simba' that they are in fact not allowed to eat raw meat. After that incident, we decided that we would have to carefully screen the movies that were brought home to watch. (of course, there's no erasing the years of movies and shows that were already experianced)

Allison was almost exaclty the same as Violet, except at night she was normal, but not for long. It was all very 'The Notebook'. She would be totally crazy one minute, but then an hour before she went to sleep she would be normal, high-functioning even. But she wouldn't remember the day before, just what had happened the last time she was 'regular' Allison. So it was like her life was being lived piece by piece, hour by hour with big gaps in the middle. But the sanity would never last past twelve o' clock and then it would be back to the rgular chaos.

Then there's, don't laugh, Tootie. Yes, that's his name. Not his legal name of course, but I don't think anyone knows that. In fact, I doubt even he does now. Tootie was a drag queen. And by 'was' I mean past tense. He used to be. He was actually paid to go to birthday parties and stuff, but eventually he got sick of it. And although he occasionally dawns a wig and dress, and of course, high heels, his beauty regiment is far less strenuous. (but I doubt he'd be caught dead without make-up)

Tonio was Tootie's boyfriend. Tonio made the money, him and Tootie were the only ones who left this place. he didn't have much, but he made enough...well, lets just say we ate a lot of ramen. He was a make-up artist, and he was actually pretty good. But he never really caught any big clients, so to make some extra money he sold fake signatures of celebrities on eBay.

And then, well, there's me. I'm kind of the glue of this whole operation. Just, try to keep peace between everyone, while still allowing a healthy dose of chaos to run through the veins of the home. My main job is to watch Violet and Allison and make sure they don't get into any real trouble. But my real passion is writing, and I've been working on my current novel for...well, a while. Long term writers block. I used to be an actor at this theater, but then it closed down. I came back here when I fell on hard times, knowing I could probably stay here. Well, I guess I wasn't the only one who had that idea. I guess a lot of them had kind of been fans of the theater when they were younger, and like me, fell on hard times. Some just thought they would visit, others knew that they wouldn't. So, we all became squatters and here we are.

I won't keep you much longer, because I don't want you to only hear this story from my point of view, as I do not see this as 'my' story. It's our story. And this is just the humble introduction.