November 13, 2012
In the wings, there're two lights on the roof. One's lit, in cherry red and one's about to come on, in highlighter pen green. If I took two steps in my wellington boots, I'd be next to one of the ushers.
by Thomas Pickles
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September 25, 2012
On an odd occasion where the frenetic rehearsals lull, I daze out of the large windows and over at the architect's offices opposite. I consider what we've been doing all day from their point of view.
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