I noticed that the mad rush of people was defiantly coming from one side door. I began to run towards it, john was trailing behind, seeing the bizarre need to be polite (something I was defiantly incapable of). I quickly glanced behind and tried to tell him to hurry up, but over the crowd he didn't hear my shout. So I side stepped into the door past all of the people trying to quickly get out. Their panicked attempts to 'escape' probably meant that there were hundreds of people trying to get out. When I turned the second time john had managed to catch up with me.
"What are we doing?" he asked me, I think he was quite concerned. I gave him a completely honest answer;
"No idea. I just had a feeling."
We discovered that the people had been coming out of what looked like a side maintenance door, the hall that lead to it was a dark black brick and probably broke a million health and safety rules. But eventually we did get to another human being. Seems as it usually got us into most places and I liked seeing john trying to be formal I let him introduce us.
"Captain John Watson of the 5th Northumberland fusiliers." but the man just looked blankly at him. I was making up some excuse of why this man had to let us in when he looked up at me.
His face contorted into a mad smile and he began to madly wave at me.
"Oh my god oh my god oh my god! You're Sherlock Holmes! Aaaahh! You're so awesome! I never thought I'd ever meet you! Oh I've got a dear stalker and I love all of your cases! I've- got a shrine!" I couldn't say that I wasn't used to gay outbursts and I don't know why I wasn't expecting it; Theatreland for god's sake, but the encounter caught me completely off guard.
"Really?!"
"Can I have a signature?"
"A signature?" signature! Just a waste of time! I needed to get in, what I sis then I didn't know but I knew I needed to get it! John however was just trying to look as normal as possible.
"Ok, yes signature." I took the photo off the man and scrawled my name in the corner. I then put one arm around the man's shoulder. "Now, can you just show us to the rigging of the stage?"
"Ehehe, yes, ok." The man said, turning bright red over the fact that I had my arm around him. He led us away through the dark black corridors, which lead to the very highest row of seating. We then had an awkward shuffle through a row of seats and then through the labyrinth of back doors and doors marked with private we finally got to the rickety bars and wood that over hung the stage.
The man looked at me intently as if he was wishing me to kiss him or something along those lines. But john, thank god for john! He stood in my awkward problem.
"Thank you, I'm sure we can find our way around." John told the man, still with his affirmative snap in his voice. When the man left he continued. "So what are we doing up here?"
"well." I said, " this is the most central theatre in the street, if anything like a bomb or a gas attack was planned this would be the most substantial place to put it."
"Sherlock, Greg said it was going to be a murder." John sighed at me. I didn't want to say so but I knew he was wrong.
"I have a feeling john!" I hated shouting at him but I hated to not let him know what I was thinking, not since the fall. That horrible feeling of betraying my john. I'd never do it again.