I think I’m going to change my major.
Ignoring the urge to call him.
I don’t want it to end yet.
Tonight’s show went a little rocky. The scaffolding on stage left got jammed and they had to pick the end up to move it. During “What’s The Buzz?” one of our actors got his mic caught on the scaffolding and ended up ripping the cord out of his receiver. After that, during the scene change for Herod, one of the dancers kicked the wire hooked up to the lighting on the...
He doesn’t know half of what he’s doing. We just got our lighting queues today. He’s figuring out and fixing everything that he should have fixed two weeks ago. We open in three days. I hate this disorganization. I’m frustrated. I think I’m getting sick, and I don’t want it to end just yet.
Guess who just realized that he’s been drinking from a glass that had oil paint in it?