Voraciously, Hatter absorbed every inch of his surroundings. His eyes wandered along a trail of stars that lead across the ceiling to an enormous glittering sun concealing the main light source. The golden lattice of vines writhing up the walls were incredible. In Wonderland, performance spaces were blank, devoid of decoration so as not to distract from the entertainment. Never had he been in a place so . . . ethereal.
He followed Alice down an isle and into seats halfway through the room, all the while carting the enormous tub of Buttered Popped Corn she swore was a necessity.
"Don't want to sit too close, you know." she explained. (How absurd!)
He had enjoyed a number of different performances over the years, but this was like nothing he had ever seen before. The screen never went up, it burst with life in shades of grey and sounds that defied description. It was beautifully thunderous, seeming to come from both everywhere and nowhere. And then the screen erupted into color.
They left elated discussing the symbolism of black and white vs. color, reality vs. dream.
"How about you? Do you dream in Technicolor or black and white?" She asked him as they left the building.
"Technicolor," he said braiding their fingers together. "Definitely Technicolor."
AN: I would like to thank the lovely Rosebud5 for the prompt. See, told you I would get around to it ;)