The family's theater. The performer was singing on the stage by herself. It was at the last hour before closing. I was the only audience and probably the only tourist at the time in the building. She was doing her routine work, singing every hour or so, but she was very immersed in the act, as if she needed to perform one last time for the audience of old family ghosts. I quietly set up my tripod with my Hasselblad on it, set the timer and walked away.