Want to do something after school? Can’t, it’s hell week. It’s always hell week.
“It’s in the prop room!” The prop room door is open, the lights are off. Everything is in the prop room but nothing can be found. People who enter the prop room never return.
The show is three weeks away, it’s hell week, the show is three weeks away, time is crunched, the show is three weeks away, we’ve only blocked half of act one.
Your costumes are hanging in the prop room. You don’t dare to ask how, you’ve never been given a costume, but it’s hanging in the prop room.
You need your character shoes, the left one is missing. Nobody has a left shoe. Where did the left shoes go?
Remember to watch your back. If the audience can see it, they can see everything. The things you don’t want them to see.
You have a quick change, you have thirty seconds. The techies have you dressed in five. How do they do it? You don’t even remember exiting stage left and you’re ready to enter stage right in your new costume.
It’s hell week and the lights are running. Who’s running the lights? You can’t see, the lights are too bright.
You are hot and cold, the lights are one you, temperature makes no sense, you’re sweating but want to put on a sweatshirt.
There’s mic tape all over you. You don’t wear a mic, but there’s mic tape on your face and neck and chest and back. It hurts.
You need to get makeup done. “Go to Ben!” There’s nobody named Ben at the theatre, but you find him anyway. He does your makeup perfectly.