This essay is a sensory essay about an auditorium. It's strived for the actual feeling of the auditorium and has a nice, funny ending.

The middle school auditorium of Conestoga for my step-brothers band concert, a place of so many public affairs: high school concerts, plays and speeches. I love any place where music is performed. But sometimes, a few places are not for me, even though the music may be great. Conestoga is a place of performances: ones that people pay for and ones that they do not. Just the word "auditorium" presumes that they are going to …

…something. I know that my skin is already red, raw and itchy from this chair. How much longer do I have to sit here? As I contemplate my dilemma the room finally gets dark. A single ray of white light emerges from the spotlight on the balcony and pierces the darkness and all my discomforts are forgotten. The curtains open. The doors close. But guess what? After all this I have to pee like mad.