#theater

Production Manager: good. and you’re even pointing it towards the screen instead of the computer like they will.

Lead Stage Tech:[over comms] {Stage Tech}, I have those shoes. [pointing to shoes] I’ve got the dinosaur shoes.

Production Manager: You guys have to start a schedule to match.

maniacmcgee:

Y’all… what do you guys do for a living… but describe it in the worst way possible.

Production Manager: Don’t get so excited that you get injured, or run into people, or run into equipment, or worst of all, move in the black out.

Stage Tech: [Distressed]I’m not a cockroach girl! I’m a regular girl!

[twoStage Techs stand at microphone stands set to reasonable, heights. Both are shorter than the stands]

Production Manager: I know its past your time but time has no meaning anymore so…

Student 1: I had to flirt for my theater class. [discussion] No, I just had it.

Student 2: Oh so you’re Still Recovering.

Professor:So you’re going to threaten them until they embrace you?

Student: Yeah., you know. The Reasonable Thing.

Chronically Late Student: Aren’t there more student in this class?

Professor: yes, I’m assuming they’re on their way.

CLS: They’re late! Couldn’t be me.

Teacher: It is our last opportunity to stare at each other in these little rectangles, so lets enjoy it

Stage Tech: it’s been a long week and its only tuesday

Stage Tech: OK we got two white lights on their side that sort of kind of listen to the remotes if they feel like it

Student:[picking up bag] This isn’t my backpack. Good Morning.

Professor:That means you have to die first, doesn’t it? Is that something we should-

Student: Be concerned about?

Professor: -be arranging?

Student:Lets be in the beautiful sunlight!

Professor: and hope we don’t get hit by a beautiful truck.

Production Manager: Your arms are just- a little,, shorter,,,,,,, than the other arms- it’s not,, that I think you can’t do it

[FiveStage Techs walk in five minutes late after getting stuck trying to open the unlocked door]

[Stage Tech 1 is lying on a sofa, appearing to be asleep]

ST 2: your wrists pop a lot

ST 3:yeah.

[ST 3 flails wrists, producing many cracking sounds]

ST 1:[bolting upright]whoa.

Scenic Designer: On one two, three… am I the only one? Am I just counting off myself?