“Welcome Campers!” An over-ecstatic male voice said over the extremely packed auditoriums sound system. A spotlight came down and a man came out on stage in a shirt that said “DRAMA CAMP!” “Hello! I'm your Director, Julian Fairbanks.” He sharply put his hands in the air and the rest of the stage lit up. “I will be your Director for the next few weeks, teaching you everything you need to know about how to perform on and off the stage,” he said, winking with a grand smile of his face. He ran offstage quickly and came out with a black cloak on. “"I can tell you the secrets of the artful beguilement of the crowd, how to dazzle their minds with purest emotion. I can show you the road to fame, the path to glory, and prolong your careers by years." Suddenly, the lights came down and he walked offstage again, a older woman coming onstage. Then, this happened: <object height="344" width="425"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3zU2IcVzbc&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></object> After the planted people stopped clapping, the room fell silent. The sound guys played a cricket track, and Sydney was exceptionally confused. "What the hell just happened?" She asked, rhetorically. "I have no idea," The girl next to her replied. "I didn't ask YOU," Sydney said, sneering. The director got down and smiled. "You will find your room assignments in your packet that you obtained at registration. Have Fuuu-un!" He said, skipping offstage, leaving the audience dumbstruck.