It's a winter day.

In 1955, in the city of Leadville, Colorado, and a woman named Evelyn Furman is outside

bracing herself against the frigid mountain air.

She's struggling with the old lock to the town theater, a theater that she owns.

It's called the Taber Opera House.

Inside, the walls are made of brick and they're a foot thick, but it doesn't help with

the cold.

In fact, it's even colder inside than outside.

But Evelyn's got to get in.

Because earlier, Evelyn got a call from two songwriters, visiting from out of town,

visiting from New York City.

They write popular songs, they write operas and ballets, and they want to visit the

Taber.

She let them in the stage door and they went on the stage and she kind of went into the

audience and was just observing them, waiting for them to be done, getting whatever they

had come to see or do.

Evelyn sits down in one of the theater's worn velvet chairs and watches these men.

They're looking up at the private box where the theater's original owner and namesake

would have sat.

And she said it grew eerily silent and they were just standing there still looking out

at the theater and she perceives that they were actually taking in like sort of the ghosts

of the Taber.

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