“We’re good. I lost a light, though,” Dave told me. “It popped right there at the end of the act. Got the batten down and Bing’s fixing it now,” Dave said.
Bing is what we call Clay Crosby, the assistant technical director. He was running lights for the show.
“Let me know when it’s done. I’ll be out front. Do you think we’ll need a hold?”
“Yo, Bing!” Dave said over the headset. “Do we need a hold? House Manger wants to know.”
“Tell Miss Sexy Pants that it’s done and we’ll be on time. Batten is going up now.”
“Uh, Miss Sexy Pants can hear you,” Dave said.
“Cool. Hiya, hot stuff. When are we going out?”
“I’ll have to take a rain check, Bing. Got the guys lined up here.”
“Well, lemme cut to the front of the line. Won’t disappoint!”
“Do we have to hear your lame come ons,” one of the other backstage crew asked.
“Lame? This is theatre magic! Lame, forsooth. Zounds. Okay. Batten is up, locked and ready to rock.”
“Okay. We’re a go in three minutes,” I said and headed out front to blink the lights.
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