The Theatre, The Theatre

What has happened to the theatre? You might have noticed that I even spelled it the snobby British way.
So, in my theater 101 class (they don't spell it the snobby British way) I was required to get together with a group of bizarre theater misfits, which worked for me, and basically produce a show written by one of said misfits. I was just going to do the lighting design for the show, until I found out that the girl that we were going to have direct was in a main stage production at BYU and would have approximately three minutes in any given twenty-four hour period to do anything with this show. I offered to do the job and she melted into a sobbing puddle of hysterical laughter. Not an easy thing to do. I think it meant that she was glad to lose some excess stress.
Next on this delightful little list of events was the mysterious disappearance of our costume designer. No one knows where she went or what happened, she just stopped coming and we found ourselves short one member of the creative team. So I did it. It was more fun than the directing stuff. A lot easier too. And here it is in all its glory. Wheee photoshop! Bet you can't guess which one I play.