Rachael Lee - The Theater Girl

The hallway was a living sigh-all peeling paint, overworked air fresheners, and a floor so clean it felt accusatory. Down the hall, someone's playlist was fighting for its life, a dubstep remix wobbling through a cracked door, rattling cheap posters against drywall. Overhead, fluorescent lights buzzed and blinked like they'd seen too much and cared too little.