Head inside

Walking inside the hall, you head up to the backstage. Caoimhe is there, dressed professionally in some three-quarter length black paths, a white blouse with a grey jacket over it and a light touch of make-up. She's talking to Katie, who wears a red and purple fez, a reddish jacket and a pair of billowy purple pants, face caked with monkey make-up. To the side, Beth talks to some bored-looking girls working the rigging and lighting, no doubt only doing this for the extra credit for English. At the far end, you see Barb clad completely in black robes, holding a gold-colored staff as she reads over her lines nervously.

"Hey, babe!" Caoimhe says, turning to notice you.

Caoimhe smiles, trying to hide how flushed she is as she holds her notepad to her chest. You say a silent prayer that you're not the bastard stuck figuring out everything, and walk over.

"What's up? Anything I can do to help?" you ask.

"No, I'm OK! This is going well! I just need to get through this check-list and we should be good to go! It's just a lot of pressure, so I'm a little nervous."

"It'll be fine!" Katie says, carefree as normal. We've been practicing this FOREVER! We all know what to do! I'm just excited for the chance to show off for once?"

"Are you OK, Jack?" Caoimhe asks.