Things were going as planned as I became the master of this dark world where I controlled the lighting and sound.
The performers did an even better job, and I know they’ll be ready for prime time even though it wasn’t being televised.
After the rehearsals wrapped up, I noticed that I had my script atop the sound cabinet where the pre-amps were.
I didn’t expect anyone to show up until the door opened after practice.
“Hi, Earl. You did a great job running tech tonight.”
It was Maiara…I mean, Darina.
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