the sun swallowed me

‘could whoever is breathing heavily down the radio mics please stop, it’s terrifying the lighting tech’

‘could the sound tech please stop turning up the lights on the desk so she can take selfies’

‘my nose is bleeding but i will continue on because i am not weak’

‘when i said front of house music i did not mean barry manilow’

‘NOR DID I MEAN THAT RAP MUSICAL ABOUT OLD POLITICS’

‘could the sound tech please stop rapping about alexander hamilton on the radio mics’

‘why does that actor not have any shoes on’

‘LIGHTS GO…what lights? how the fuck am i meant to know, it’s not like im the one in charge…oh’

‘the director has asked for us to be smart casual tonight so bring your freshest looking black tshirt’ 

The sound of everyone’s feet on a stage during a black out

when 5 techies go on stage, move a piece and it looks like no one did it

the sound of a smooth fly system

the feel of a screw driver with a newly charged battery 

at the end of an act or a show and the curtains close and ten techies converge on the stage at once to do their job

being able to see in the dark 

the satisfaction of building a piece and seeing it on stage knowing how hard you worked on it

fixing shit the actors break 

the sound of ripping gaf tape

saying jokes into the mic during sound check because ‘Testing 123′ is boring

going to a restaurant at the last show

watching actors cry about never seeing each other again and knowing that you will always be back

getting a cue just right

always wearing black

when a scene change goes faster and smoother than planned 

saving something before anyone notices it’s wrong

watching actors freak out when something goes wrong and being the only person calm enough to fix it 

putting 100% of yourself on stage and no one knows you were there

learning that the best validation can only come from yourself

learning to be creative, quick minded, resourceful, quiet

learning to be humble 

knowing that sometimes you don’t have to be loud to be productive