The Jerks Who Are Making This Shit, Pt. 2

So, lemme tell you about rehearsal last night. (FYI: 'Rehearsal' in the context of Part Four is really just code for doing random shit for an hour or two until we collapse/decide we're done.) We were down two actors due to conflicts, so I, as the #esteemeddirector, decided to tag in and take part in the Dada. I'm an honorable soul like that.

There were banana suits and gatekeepers and sprinting the length of the theatre until we were ready to vomit. And then we collapsed. And then, for the first time, instead of being done we got up again. That's when shit got really weird. Strobe lights and Kanye and wrestling and smoke breaks and a whole lot of darkness. And that's about the time Stacie left. She just drove off. We're assuming she's coming back tonight, if only to see what happens next. But just in case, we'll introduce her now instead of later.

Returning for her second go-round with The Nine (...presumably...): 

Stacie Hauenstein aka Ear aka Stacie Hauenstein!

Bio: 9:00 thnabangkear 00 minutes of music in Germany, the first time in 2008 Laramie Vista Stasi Madison University, University of Toronto.