[color=#9C436E]“Or putting on a musical could be complete shit.”[/color] Ziggy scoffed, crossing her arms and tapping a discorded rhythm against her elbow. [color=#9C436E]“There’s risk and there’s [i]suicide[/i]. I think we should stick with a lesser known play rather than an original take on a bullshit play people have seen a thousand times. Plus, not everyone has the talent to sing.”[/color]

Ziggy snatched the note from Lucas, the corner crinkling with the force of her thumb. Hearing and seeing were two different things – seeing is believing and all that shebang – and the smallest spark of hope glimmered in a single chamber of her heart. If this play went right, absolutely perfect, then Ziggy might reject the job offer, may be able to afford to – [i]afford to[/i], a concept almost foreign in the past year. Ziggy passed the note on before it completely crumbled under her grip.

But with hope comes fear, too. The fear of disappointment was a strong one. The pessimist in Ziggy is telling her to fuck that and make plans to pack up her shit, take the next train to Charlotte Hills, Illinois. Then the stubborn, hopeful part of her wanted her to try her damned hardest. What really overrode the fear of disappointment, though, was her fear of having to [i]act[/i]. A play as important as this one? Ziggy will be spending her days and nights in the theatre in order to at least break her phobia of public speaking. 

Goddamnit.

[color=#9C436E]“Besides, all the popular plays have multiple sets and I don’t have time for that and I’m assuming none of you guys do either.”[/color] Ziggy lifted her eyes and raised an eyebrow, pausing for a disagreement. It was a short pause though, hardly one short enough for an actual disagreement to be voiced – just long enough for her point to be made, especially since she did not actually care if other people disagreed. [color=#9C436E]“We need to focus on a small play with a small set. I am not the best with pulling plays out of a hat, but I suggest [i][u]An Inspector Calls[/u][/i].”[/color]