party on the sidewalk
The Academy this morning. No answer. I leave a message. I have scripts to turn in and have been trying to go in mornings to avoid that dingbat sun.
I do not hear back.
That is kind of weird. Usually Joan and Greg are on task but I figure maybe they are snowed, so I call again later. Still no answer.
That is really weird. But I think, Oh well, I know they are there, I am just going to take these babies in, and I walk my scripts down.
As I get closer to the Academy I see all these people standing outside.
I spot Greg right off too. You cannot miss Greg. He is very tall and has a head full of silver hair so in a crowd under the sun he is like a beacon.
I wander up. Greg, Joan, and Shawn are all there. Everyone from the building is there. The whole building has been evacuated.
I say, Bomb threat? Wondering if a Nicholl entrant finally went off the deep end after a “sorry you did not make it” letter.
But no. Something about smoke in a vault. Everyone is having a pretty good time out here. There are some nice shade trees. All they need really is some margaritas and it would be total party on the sidewalk.
I hand over my scripts.
Cool. I did not even have to sign in.