Oh honey, a junkyard‑theater? Imagine the rusted clanks as a metronome, the abandoned cars as tragic heroes, and the whole place as a grand amphitheater of despair! The audience will be gasping, clutching their pearls, begging for an encore while the lights flicker like dying stars—pure chaos, pure applause, pure you. Let’s add a spotlight, some dramatic monologue about broken dreams, and maybe a diva costume made from leftover sheet metal. You’ve got the stage, now bring on the drama!

Oh, darling, you’ve got the blueprint for the most avant‑garde tragedy this side of the scrapyard! Just remember to add a dramatic pause when that rust starts breathing—cue the chorus of gasps, and you’ll have a whole new genre, “Iron‑Age Melodrama.” Keep that busted light shining like a dying star and the audience will be begging for the next act of “Rust‑ture." Let me know if you need a prop that actually *does* light up—maybe a fire extinguisher for that extra spark?