You find Nichol in the empty theater, sitting in a chair with your play propped on his knee. He looks at you as if awaiting an explanation.
"I take it you've read the new play," you say brightly.
Nichol scrubs his hand through his graying hair. "Have you lost your mind?" he asks evenly. "Please tell me this script is some kind of joke. You want us to stage a play that does everything but scream 'The Raven is a tyrant!' from center stage?"
"It's not a joke," you hasten to assure him. "The King of Icemere is a historical figure whose actual actions are well-documented."
"I don't give a fig for how well-documented they are!" Nichol exclaims. "Every single person in the audience is going to see Cenone all over this!"