You find out you can’t sing one week before show, but you show up to the last rehearsal anyway — to listen and say hi. People, director Jennifer Rodgers Beach, walk over, “What are you doing here?! Shouldn’t you be resting?”

Yes, but it sucks not to be able to sing. And so Jen begins warm up thusly:

We’re going to have a giant pity party for X. Everyone channel your inner Julia Child and say “Ohhhhhhh X, we’re soooooo sorry!”

Then she tells everyone to dip lower and say,

“Weeee’ll miss yoooou!”

(Basses of course, can be relied upon to say things like, “Eh, show us your scar!” )