Diplomat Motel rehearsal at Sheil Park. We're experimenting with a new rehearsal schedule to accommodate the growing demands of everyone's, well... lives.

Before rehearsal we were joking around about finding running orders for sketch shows posted back stage at the theaters. No matter how good a sketch show is, the running order always makes it sound stupid.

Cesar (pictured) told a story about overhearing a tech rehearsal for a sketch show where the performers had put all the sound effects for the show on one track of a CD.

Cesar: The tech guy was like, "Why didn't you just make every effect its own separate track?" And they were like, "Don't worry about it, it's timed out perfectly. There's the car noise, and then the exact amount of silence until we need the next sound."
Martin: Oh no.
Me: Oh man. That's a recipe for disaster.
Cesar: They were saying things like, "There will be a big laugh here and then the explosion sound will happen."
Trupe: "Oh no. They stopped laughing! You're supposed to laugh for another twenty seconds!"
Me: Or they could laugh too long.
Timmy: "Stop laughing! We have a sound!"
Me: "Well, it's my own fault for being slightly funnier than I was supposed to be."