The Private Rehearsal

He drove his car to the seaside area, where all the posh hangout places, high-end malls, and biggest houses in the town are located. He stopped his car in front of a simple, modern black iron gate. The fence also circled the premises in front of boxwood hedge bushes, both around 7-8 feet tall, ensuring security and privacy. From the gate, I can see a big front lawn covered with nice thick, tidy grass, a few kept shrubs, and big trees that hid the house from curbside sight.

He opened the gate with a remote and parked his car in front of the house before came out and opened the passenger side of the car for me. It is a modern minimalist medium-sized, square, dark gray and black building, maybe two and a half or three-floored, with a touch of wood for the floor, and natural stone cladding covering some of the lower outer walls and balcony pillars. The house looks empty and dark, and from looking at the simple unframed glass windows, all the lights are off. The night breeze is ex