There's a boiling energy in the theater that feels like nothing else you've experienced.
By late afternoon, it's clear there are some clouds looming on the horizon. Nichol has only started to block out the complex brawl that ends in a rockslide caused by poorly aimed lightning bolts.
"So how does this avalanche work?" Diar asks. You wish she hadn't.
"That was my question as well," Nichol says.
"Matty said she'd pay for whatever we need," you say. "Real rocks, and the machinery to dump them on stage."
"And how do we get them off again?" Nichol asks skeptically. "And avoid dropping rocks on our actors' heads?"
"I'm sure we'll figure it out," you say, although you're starting to worry that may be more complicated than you originally thought.
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