Page 185 of The Silent Appeal

Well, we need this play up to the highest standard on opening night thanks to the NADA judge, so blame them.

11:51 a.m. Kevin wrote:

You can remove “fix replacement light to rig.” Joel did that a couple of weeks ago.

11:52 a.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

But I’ve sent that screenshot to the whole committee!

11:53 a.m. Kevin wrote:

Most of them know he’s done it (and if they don’t, I’m sure Celia will mention it).

11:53 a.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

Why didn’t you tell me? Now I look like a prize chump!

11:53 a.m. Kevin wrote:

Hardly.

11:57 a.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

Thanks to Mum defecting and Harley letting us down, I’m totally out of the loop!

12:05 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

This is what happens when you don’t go to rehearsals every week. You end up on the margins, like those former members who think they’re still remembered when they’re not, everyone is humoring them out of pity because they’re sad, sorry outcasts. THAT’S ME!

12:09 p.m. Kevin wrote:

You’ll be back in the fray when Sammy’s old enough.

12:10 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

Incorrect. I’ll be back when babysitting duties pass to my co-parent, i.e., the next play.

12:11 p.m. Kevin wrote:

Who knows what might happen before then.

12:12 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

What could possibly happen to prevent you babysitting?

12:12 p.m. Kevin wrote:

We’ll discuss it after the play.

12:13 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

In the meantime, the committee are laughing at my spreadsheets, and worse—ignoring them.

12:15 p.m. Kevin wrote:

This is not your circus.

12:15 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote: