"Please look at the scenery flat you are carrying," Nichol is saying crisply to a pair of chastened stagehands carrying a large painted backdrop of a sunlit beach where large crabs scurry across the sand. "Does this appear to be a mountain estate to you?"
"No, Master Nichol," one of them mutters. They begin hauling the offending seashore out of the way.
Nichol turns to take you in, looking tidy and collected despite the clamor of stagehands and actors and the inappropriate beach retreating around the corner of the back building.
"I suppose it's always like this before the show?"
"No nerves, now," Nichol says. "You have the easiest part once the curtain goes up. You just have to watch."