So this title’s a little straightforward.
I’m part of the lights crew for my school’s musical, and it’s tech weekend. That’s basically just a weekend of 8-hour dress rehearsals. Right now I’m up in the catwalks in case there are last-minute changes or something explodes. All of the lightbulbs are intact thus far, so I’m just sitting on the wire grate floor, which I’d say is about 20 feet off the ground? Maybe more. It’s basically just up in the rafters of the high-ceilinged theater.
So, naturally, I’m trying to get some more of my book written. I haven’t had as much time as I would have liked to work on it lately. I need to get my grades up because, to make a long story short, if I get into a certain college but they decide they don’t like my grades there’s a possibility I won’t get to go to any of the schools I like. Thanks, Early Decision. Not stressful at all.
So it’s pitch black up here, and I have to hide over in a corner so my computer screen doesn’t mess with any of the lighting. But that means I have zero light bleeding in from the stage to help me see. There’s a metal pole digging into my back, and I have my phone set up awkwardly to give my keyboard some visibility with the flashlight. It’s very shadowy though, and if I drop my phone it’s gone forever. I don’t know if I should say this is the life of a theatre techie or a writer, but I’ll be damned if this isn’t glamorous as fuck.
If you need me, I’ll be eating pretzel sticks in the dark like some sort of goblin.