Go and tell Kevin what happened.
Try and fix it yourself.
Leave it as it is and go work on something else.
Why would I be working in the scene shop?
Forget to bake
Last ditch sexual favor
The Rod Room
The Tension Grid
The Outdoor Smoking Lounge
In the Kitchen (Eating Marshmallows)
Get the heck out of the building!
Go searching for it - perhaps I'll find something of interest.
Ghosts aren't real.
I am the ghost.
Ignore it and go back to working on my project.
Update Facebook Status - "OMG Just heard the ghost #itotallyliveinthetheatre"
Any position - You're all over that field!
Team Mom - You load up your backpack with popsicles and sunscreen!
Oh shit, there's a game today?!
Makitas are drills.
Awkwardly sing along like you know it.
You and your group run onto the dance floor and scream until everyone leaves. Then you play what you want to hear.
You go into the kitchen and drink.
Jump on the nearest freshman and go for it.
This cool, modern, new-age thing I found online.
I only do main-stage.
I wrote it. And the next five installments.
Writing a lengthy, artistic monologue at 4am.
Reading a lengthy, artistic monologue at 10am and thinking: "Shit, how am I going to direct this?"
Memorizing a lengthy, artistic monologue at 4pm.
Critiquing a lengthy, artistic monologue at 8pm.
I took it to be ironic.
I picked B. It's always B.
At least this is better than wrestling a troll.