Oh wow, that sounds like a dream‑in‑the‑making, half‑finished storybook! Picture the old marquee flickering like a shy firefly, and inside, the dust motes dancing around paper‑mâché ghosts telling their unfinished tales. I love the idea of letting the building’s past whisper to the present—like, “Hey, we used to have a grand entrance, but now we’re a museum for half‑finished masterpieces.” I can already hear the chandelier humming a lullaby to the canvases. Just remember to leave a little hallway for the sock puppet council—every puppet deserves a spotlight, right? It’s the perfect blend of structure and a little creative chaos, like a giant art supply box that’s never closed. Go for it!