You lurk backstage[…]and are enveloped in dusty velvet. Someone's thrown a curtain over you![…]There's nothing left to see. But there is a snatch of song in your head. 'Up and down the Labyrinth coils, where's the Tiger Keeper?'
You lurk backstage while the illusionist warms up by sawing a sequinned young lady in half and producing a flock of bats from his hat. But the finale is on a different scale...