The Boards, Wednesday Evening - Dress Rehearsal
Dress rehearsal.
No two words could fill a director with quite so much dread as the words 'dress rehearsal.' Unless those words were 'opening night,' or possibly 'laryngitis outbreak.' Fortunately, Jono didn't have to deal with one of those for another few days, and the other... hopefully at all. He could dream, anyway. If this all went pear-shaped on him, he supposed he'd prefer if it were something he couldn't have possibly prepared for, coming to cock it all up.
"Show night is the day after tomorrow," he informed his cast, sounding only the slightest bit bewildered by that prospect. "You know your lines by now," the 'had better' was strongly implied, "and we have an entire room full of costumes. Put something on that fits, and let's have our bloody dress rehearsal."
Yes, it had come far enough down to the wire that he was letting people pick their own costumes. He was trusting them implicitly to not mess it up. In amongst the costume racks that included astronaut and chicken suits, just as readily as the proper period costumes that he was praying you all grabbed.
He'd probably run damage control if any dinosaurs or cowboys wound up in his show. But then, at this point, maybe he'd just be happy that his actors were wearing clothes. The set already looked as though a disco ball had puked into a bowl of fruit punch, so he'd take whatever small victories he could get.
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No two words could fill a director with quite so much dread as the words 'dress rehearsal.' Unless those words were 'opening night,' or possibly 'laryngitis outbreak.' Fortunately, Jono didn't have to deal with one of those for another few days, and the other... hopefully at all. He could dream, anyway. If this all went pear-shaped on him, he supposed he'd prefer if it were something he couldn't have possibly prepared for, coming to cock it all up.
"Show night is the day after tomorrow," he informed his cast, sounding only the slightest bit bewildered by that prospect. "You know your lines by now," the 'had better' was strongly implied, "and we have an entire room full of costumes. Put something on that fits, and let's have our bloody dress rehearsal."
Yes, it had come far enough down to the wire that he was letting people pick their own costumes. He was trusting them implicitly to not mess it up. In amongst the costume racks that included astronaut and chicken suits, just as readily as the proper period costumes that he was praying you all grabbed.
He'd probably run damage control if any dinosaurs or cowboys wound up in his show. But then, at this point, maybe he'd just be happy that his actors were wearing clothes. The set already looked as though a disco ball had puked into a bowl of fruit punch, so he'd take whatever small victories he could get.
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