"How many of them?" asks Mark.
"one, two, three....wait...wait.." Frank replies as he peeks through the curtain behind the stage.
"damn, I can't get a clear view, but it seems 12 of them"
"12? you sure?"
"you wanna see for yourself?"
"no thanks" says Mark. "yesterday was still around 20, right?"
"Yes, and six months ago were 200." Miss Isabel's sudden words shocked them.
"Mam, how long can it stand?" asks Frank, "you see..if the stage is gone I can't do anything anymore.."
"don't worry, I will try my best to hold it for you, both of you, you've been loyal, and I really really appreciate that."
"Mam, you should do something about this project, this whole mess is irritating, it make less people come."
"I know, Mark..I'm working on this matter too"
Miss Isabel's voice sounds ensuring, but deep inside Mark knows how troubled Miss Isabel is and he does not really want to bother her.
"Time to take extreme measure to this foolishness, I've had enough" Mark mumbles as he goes back to the backstage.
