The Tech Rehearsal Ballad

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The Tech Rehearsal Ballad --- break ---

The director stands alone,
Illuminated in a cone,
A thousand eyes watch from the shadows,
A thousand glints of blades,
The silence for him is not golden,
Nor the darkness becalming,
But as the night wears on,
The scenes change,
The acting ceases to matter,
Whispers in the wings grow louder,
The watchers eyes grow weaker,
Their lips looser,
All they want is to sleep,
To leave this hollow shell,
But the director still stands,
The voice still booms,
And the ballad of the tech rehearsal runs on.