Ethel liked working late at the theater, usually, especially when she got to run the projector. It allowed her peace and quiet, to play films that she couldn’t play during the day. Tonight, however, was an exception. She’d had to play hostess to a late night premiere: Under the Cherry Moon. The theater was empty as could be, save for a small cluster of Prince fangirls and an overeager couple down in front. She couldn’t blame people for not showing up, the film wasn’t good, but she was unbelievably bored. When the door opened on her little projection booth, she turned and prepared to talk to her boss about the bad ticket sales. She relaxed, though, upon seeing who it really was. “You’re not supposed to be up here, y’know.” she teased, grinning a little.










