Blood curdling screams come from the floor below. From the same place, laughter. Someone is swearing like a trucker while a man is repeating the same sentence over and over again in a low whisper. Someone else is howling in the corner. A woman is singing somewhere. Groups are huddled in corners talking quietly under their breath with determination. Everyone looks worried. The walls are white and heavy doors line the hallway leading into huge empty rooms. Maybe a chair or a table here and there.

Where am I?

A school for actors.