Knock Knock, Open Wide

by Neil Sharpson

They both held their grudges like misers held their gold, close to the chest and never to be traded or given away.

Everyone was stressed, everyone was panicked, and everyone feared that the production would be a massive catastrophic failure while secretly knowing in their heart of hearts that the gods of theater would not abandon them and that it would all be fine on the night. The fear was part of the experience, after all.

Strong theatre kid energy