Her end goal was not to study theater, but she always ended up in them anyway, it seemed like. Nell had forgotten (or, to be frank, had never known) how boring it could be to have almost nothing demanding her time. Ten to twelve hour days were part of her routine; she expected to be required to eat while working, or to study her lines while exercising, to receive notes during a fitting. Now she had hours at a time all to herself to do whatever she wanted. It left her at loose ends.
So, anyway, that was how she ended up at DCU, watching a run-through of some kind of improv show. No one seemed to notice or care that she was sitting in the very back row below the lighting booth. It was a novel experience.
They called a break, and Nell stood to poke her head over the half-wall separating the booth from the theater seating. "Hi," she said, a little breathlessly. "I'm Nell Lawson. Have you worked the lighting panel long? I'm a little curious about it."
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