A lot of the people who to this point had done technical stuff only got themselves on stage and held their own quite nicely. Many of them went back to lights or sound, some to backstage, but I think they all had fun despite the hours of rehearsal. The regulars had as much fun as ever, and (typical of a Mr. C. show) the pranks abounded. Just as a subtle little inside joke, I went naked under the robe I wore for one of the shows. I had forgotten about the stage combat until after I had kicked, but I don't think anyone beyond the corner of the front two rows got the "free show".

There were big to-do's going on in our little world at this point, not the least of which was Andi being elected president of our thespian club branch. Pretty much everyone was dividing the theatre back into little friend groups like when I had first arrived, but there was no reversing it. I tried to keep myself fairly distant from it all, and hope I succeeded.

The biggest memory I have of this show is on the Zodiac's site, but I'll relay it myself. I'm embarrassed at how cruel I was when I was younger, and don't do this stuff anymore, but in the sake of being honest about the past...
Mike and I used to play around like we were Downs [Syndrome] kids and slap at each other and chase each other around. Well, he, Andi, and myself got pulled from a day's worth of school so we could perform some of the scenes for English classes and answer questions afterward. We had some big breaks and spent them telling bad jokes, tickling Andi, and doing other dipshit things. During one of these breaks, Mike slapped me and ran off doing his Down's baby act. I followed him, doing mine, and Andi just started giggling. Encouraged, we started a slap fight and ended up chasing each other in a circle, drooling, cussing from mouths with outthrust tongues, holding our arms all scrunched up like Damon Wayans' "Handyman" (although this was years before that). All of a sudden, Andi started frantically whisper-shouting "Guys! Stop! Guys!" between fits of giggles. We looked over to see why she was getting so uptight and froze in place, Downs faces on, arms held to our chests with crooked wrists, tongues hanging out. At the back of the theatre, unnoticed to us, classes had begun to file in and about 200 people were watching us. Mike and I shared one more Downs look at each other, then literally dove behind the curtains where Andi was already a quivering, unintelligible, laughing fool. We joined in and barely managed to straighten up before our scenes. We couldn't make eye contact with each other during the scenes, and whenever our backs were to the audience, we fought for facial control (which was absolutely no help to the people facing the audience. Thanks, Mike.). When we were done, we sat on the edge of the stage for questions. The first one: "What were you doing when we came in?" I'm rather proud of myself; after a shared look with Andi and Mike, all of us on the verge of losing it again, I said, "Warmups".