I've received 2 emails today telling me things that need to be changed for the show today. "We can't use gelatin for the melted wax, we have to use pudding. No, pudding is the wrong consistency, try yogurt. The shirts are too clean. Get some cream colored ones. We need more Tea (bourbon!). We need more Dr. Pepper (Guinness!) We need a pint of Irish Whiskey.
No wait. That was for me.
No it wasn't! That's for the show, too. Now we need a tasteless painting to hang over the mantle. *growls* I'm sorry, let me check my secret pocket! *pats self, Columbo-style* Nope, sorry! Fresh out of tacky paintings!
I love theatre. I love theatre. I love theatre.
And I swear to whoever is listening, if they shoot that gun off one more time when they're not supposed to without letting people know what they are doing I AM GOING TO COME UNCHAINED.
And no one likes Persephone Unchained.
That's an excellent title for a story....that I may write if I don't
You know, there's a reason I didn't major in production.
Okay. I'll now send you back to your regularly scheduled fluffy bunnies and rainbows.