Wuggles is on a ladder working on a light while Morty inspects a burned through gel.
W: The lamp height is fine. We shouldn’t be going through gel like this …
M: I think I know who the culprit could be …
Two La Ropasucia’s play on the grid, pulling out the gel, and, holy shit they can breathe fire! They melt the gel.
“FWOOSH!” the fire goes.
M: ¡LA ROPASUCIA!
Eli is in the theatre seats talking to Morty who is back in the Booth.
E: Are you ready in the booth?
M: Hang on … We’re SORTING out something important.
Wuggles, Steve and Morty are in the booth arguing.
S: (to Wuggles) Is that a question? You’re obviously a HUFFLEPUFF.
W: (to Steve) Oh YEAH?! And what are you supposed to be?
S: (like a douche) RAVENCLAW, KA-DURR.
M: Guys! C’mon, seriously?
M: Steve’s a SLYTHERIN. Wuggles, I’m sorry, but you totally are a HUFFLEPUFF. and I’m clearly a RAVENCLAW.
Morty and Wuggle are in the booth on Headset.
Morty’s soul is ablaze. The fire that consumes her shows through her eyes. Burning, burning.
M: Oh, hell no. NO. Sit your ass down! Dimming lights does not mean go to the bathroom!
Morty attempts to climb over the booth. Wuggles restrains her.
M: Let go of me! They need to be taught a lesson in etiquette!
W: Get back here! We are not doing this again!
Sharon and Eli are discussing costuming options.
S: … and I see all the ladies in gorgeous regency gowns with the poofs and the plumes and the ruffles …
E: Well, actually …
E: I was kinda thinking of, uh, something more, uh, modern?
S: Nope. No nononono No.
S: (grabbing Eli by the shirt and lifting him up) You want regency gowns, right?
E: Y-YES! With the POOFS! Uh, and the PLUMES! And EVERYTHING!
S: (dropping him) I knew we were on the same page!
Leo and Cass are discussing a set design.
C: When this says 4’3″, what do you mean?
L: It means that I want that flat to be 4’3″ wide.
L: Uh, yeah. I mean, I think so …
C: You do realize that I’m going to round everything to the nearest four feet. You know that, RIGHT?
Morty is walking past the props table only to discover a prop is missing.
M: WHO DEFILED MY PROPS TABLE?!
And then she set the building on fire with her mind.
M: EVERYTHING WAS LABELED FOR GOD’S SAKE!!
Morty is trudging her way into the theatre.
M: (exhausted) Another tech week, another 10 of 12 …
“Trudge. Trudge. Trudge,” go Morty’s feet.
M: (gathering strength) Okay. Breathe. Can’t show weakness; they can smell fear …
M: (smiling) GOOD MORNING ACTORS!
Morty approaches Steve and Wuggles who are covered in stage blood.
M: While I’m glad to see that squib shape bingo was a success, did you really need to stand in the splash zone?
Steve and Wuggles look at each other.
Steve is dressed in a hazmat suit and goggles with a hood. He holds up some kind of button.
S: 3… 2… 1…
Steve presses the button and a squib on Wuggle’s chest explodes. Steve is covered in something red.
“Click,” says the button joyfully.
“Sploosh!” goes the squib.
W: And we have WEST VIRGINIA!
S: Ha! Bingo!
Wuggles has a microphone pointing at his stomach.
W: Oh! I think it’s about to …
“BURRGGLE,” goes the borborygmi in Wuggle’s vacuous bowels.
Steve is recording the sounds.
S: Yeah! That’s a nice one!
W: I’m a very proud parent.
A squirrel is running in a filed.
S: (off) Get back here!
Steve is chasing the squirrel holding a mic stand and carrying a laptop. Wuggles and Morty look on.
M: I see the ‘what,’ but I don’t understand the ‘why.’
W: I’ve seen this before. I think it’s called “Field Recording.”
Morty, Steve, and Wuggles are on headset in the booth.
S: Knock, Knock.
W: Who’s there?
M: Knock it off, guys.
W: Wherefore who?
M: I’m serious
S: Wherefore means why!
M: You two are NEVER allowed on headset AGAIN!
W: It’s ‘Stage Manager,’ not ‘Headset Manager.’
M: OK people, I shouldn’t have to say this, but in light of recent events, it has become necessary …
M: Condoms are for microphones only! If I find one more ultra-lubricated, ribbed-for-her-pleasure balloon animal in the booth, I WILL EXPLODE!
Wuggles and Steve are checking out reviews online.
W: Is that the latest review?
S: Yep. Acting, Acting, Directing, Set Design, Costumes, Props …
W: Nothing on there about lights or sound?
S: Not a Word.
W: We didn’t screw up noticeably!
Wuggles and Steve are looking at a program.
W: Why don’t you ever have a bio in the program?
S: Oh, ya know …
Steve’s Dream Girls: Oh that sound designer is so mysterious and sexy! I know I want to know more about him and make out with him and stuff.