Welcome to Wit's End

It was friday night. The crowd sat in silence, awestruck by the magnificence of Faith Christian's Fiddler on the Roof. We began to sing our final musical number, Anatevka. "A pot, a pan, a broom, a hat....someone should have set a match to this place years ago." The orchestra played a small interlude. The cast listened, waiting for Luke to say his line when the time came. The music stopped, and Luke spoke, but the words we heard were not what we expected. "A stick of wood..." There was a slight pause as we scrambled to think of something to say. Justin said the first thing that came to mind. "A bench." I followed with, "So what's a tree?" Rebecca finished with, "Or a stove." Hooray for improvisation. Without a doubt, that was the funniest thing that occurred during the past four days. Thank you, Luke, for adding a spark of humor to the otherwise stressful (but successful) play week.