Chouko
Chouko looked over at the mess that was spilling over into her quiet thoughts. Were the talented really such strange people? Did they all have a habit of trying to outdo each other with loudness? One was screaming about art, the other was screaming about movies, creating a loud ball of... Loud. She supposed she didn't have enough grammatical sources to make that sound more interesting, but she also supposed that since she was the only one listening to her own thoughts, she didn't need to worry about that. There were a few quiet people, or quiet seeming people, she decided to belive that they were probably thinking similarly, at least, thinking that these people were loud.
Should she speak up? She couldn't even begin to fathom how she would manage to do with all these loudmouths, especially when she wasn't used to dealing people that were this young, or even her age. She was used to dealing with adults, old men and women, etc. It felt like these people were eccentric, a bit too eccentric for her tastes...
No, let's not start bad mouthing people in my own mind... They're all good people, I'm sure. She thought to herself as she started rubbing her temples, she had started over-thinking, and it was making her nervous. She wasn't used to dealing with so many people to the point that it seemed like she didn't even have to talk to them to make her nervous and exasperated.
She opened her mouth, and then immediately closed it, shoving her hands into her pockets while starting to duck out of view behind the seats. She would try and keep quiet for now, at least until things calmed down. She started creeping along, until she reached a side aisle, where she could travel up and down the aisle until she reached a new row of seats. She started moving slowly down the lane until she reached the last row, which seemed empty. She decided that she could rest her for a bit... Her headache was killing her, and she didn't like it.
She descended into a crawling position, where she snuck forward, making sure no one saw that she was still moving. Someone would probably notice she disappeared if they cared enough, but she should be able to keep quiet enough so that they couldn't find her. She decided to she if she could fit under the chairs... If she could fit there, maybe she'd be able to rest for a bit until the show started.
Chouko lays down, and attempts to slide under the chairs, making as little noise as possible for her. If she can't, she squeezes as close to them as possible and lays there.