You find yourself in a large auditorium. Impossibly large. Every breath he takes has a slight echo. Instead of auditorium seats, church pews sit in their place. 3 sets of doors. Each with the same message on a pegboard above them, except the last bit is not as it should be. TONIGHT: THE LAST S[o]N PERFORMS ST H V TONIGHT: THE LAST S[o]N PERFORMS AIR TO EN TONIGHT: THE LAST S[o]N PERFORMS WAY EA The O in "SON" keeps changing to a U. There's a blank guest list with nothing on it except a crossed out name. "Jane "Momma" Turing." The pews look intensely comfortable, although the wood is splintered, the cushions of the seats are nice and neat. Bibles in every book compartment, pencils in every pencil holder. Well, not BIBLES, but rather books of SHAKESPERIAN TALES AND PLAYS. In the front, on the wall parallel to the entrance, an impossibly large stage sits. On the stage in front, a lone classical guitar sits on a stand, right next to a seat. In front of both lies a music stand. This is the only instrument illuminated by a spotlight. There are others present though. A MUSIC MAN STINGRAY BASS in MINT GREEN, a DRUMSET with an unreadable logo on the front, a keyboard, and an unknown airline case. It holds instruments as well. A backup guitar sits beside the bass, It's an IBANEZ JEM-777 STEVE VAI SIGNATURE.