You elbow your way through the crowd, heading for the building at the side of the stage.
"Someone get up there and get it down," Nichol repeats from between gritted teeth as you scramble up the steps to the stage.
"Yes, but it's on fire," a stagehand says. This situation evidently does not meet the working conditions assured to members of the Players' Guild.
"I know it's on fire, that's why it needs to come down." Nichol gestures sharply with his cane, as if it might not be obvious which object in the immediate vicinity is on fire. "If I could climb up there myself, I would, but as that's not an option, must we wait while I fetch a fireproof parasol?"
"That might do," the stagehand says.
"We've got to do something," you say.
Nichol rounds on you. "What a novel idea. What do you suggest?"