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He lauphed slightly. "That sounds like fun,. Do you just do costumes imparticular or do you jump around?" He didn't quite pay much attention to what interns did moainly being too busy with his own work. Feeling a tapping on his shoulder he turned around to see an acter requesting his mic. Handing him what he wanted he noted to end the conversation soon, it was unlikely or anyone else to come for their mic.

"I... can't act. At all," he said with a slightly sheepish grin and a small shrug. "I sing sometimes. You know... in the chorus... but nothing bigger than that, usually." He also played harp, but they didn't usually need a harpist for musicals so he didn't include that information. He pulled a list from his pocket, scratched out two names with his pen and then looked it up and down. "Only... six more!" he said hapilly. He had a very, very long list but the majority of the names had already been crossed out. "And then I get to do some more fun work," he said, tone sarcastic. "Anyway, what about you? Do you just hand mics out all day or do you techies do something more interesting?" He knew there were the ones who made sets and such, but he didn't know too much about the lighting or sound. Just costumes and a bit of hair and make-up for Zak.

"Mmm... I see," he said, nodding. "I just picked up sewing and such from my mother. She makes dresses and sells them... she once got an order for this really elaborate wedding dress and I had to help her through all of it because the idiots who ordered it didn't give us near enough time," he explained, his expression conveying his annoyance.

Micheal was about a hair away from blowing a gasket. So many things to do so many issues to handle so many expenses... Micheal had his infamous clipboard with him yelling at various people as they walked past him, mostly assigning duties and reminding them as to where they needed to be. " SHAQ! Hurry up hooking up the mics! The more time it takes the less time we have to make sure the sound system is working." He passed the costume room. " ZAK! Hustle up the fitting! ACTORS GETTING FITTED! I've given special permission to all costumers to pin you into the outfit if necessary, so no lip to the costumers!" It was impossible not to hear the Anxious Stage manager.

" AND WHERE THE HELL IS SPENCER!? HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FITTED FOREVERAND A HALF AGO!" Micheal basically yelled at himself. He practically dashed over to Spencer's dressing room and banged on the door furiously." Spencer!" He tried the knob and found it locked. " Spencer." Speaking softer, Micheal leaned his forehead against the door. " Please come out. All you need is a fitting and a sound test and yes we need you out here for that. Spencer..." Micheal sighed. " I really can't have this today."

Hearing Micheal yelling once again Shaquire began to quicken his pace handout the mics, of course being slowed down when someone couldn't put it on themselves. Soon he was own to one, not including the two dead packs backstage. He looked around but couldn't find who he needed. So he made his way back to the table to replace the batteries. "I wonder how he always has his voice with all the yelling he does."

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