The Boards, Friday Evening, The Consequence of Being Frank

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Well, this was it. Opening night, and Jono had done about all of the running around that he could manage. His props girl had apparently vanished into the ether, his set was mostly painted in a shade of red-with-glitter that meant that he needed to be extremely careful how he lit the bloody thing, he'd drastically shorted himself on rehearsal time, though it seemed as though his cast had stepped up to the occasion and made up for that oversight, and--

Jono looked like he was going to pass out as he made one last check on the state of the stage before opening the house.

-- And there were occasionally waffles raining down from... apparently the catwalks above the stage.

Lovely.

"The show is going to bloody well go on if it kills me," he growled, and then doubled back to grab a broom before going to open the doors.

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