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Rue blinked back the tears that were forming in her eyes. Stupid stage lights! Wiping her hand across her brow, Rue jumped off the stage and ran over to the lighting booth adjusting some settings on the Light Board. Today had been a hard day for her and Rue was just looking forward to it being over. Rue had been working all day setting up lights. After vacation their school would be putting on a performance of The Fantasticks. And Rue had been chosen to be the Light Designer/Technician. It was hard work but Rue really wanted her degree in Theater Arts and this was something she was passionate about. Grabbing her gloves and her wrech, Rue left the light booth to go adjust the lights some more. Stage right was brighter than stage left and there was an awkward splotch of light in the middle of the stage.
After another half and hour of adjusting the lights were finally even and it was time to work on the gels and gobos. Starting to overheat from working so hard with all the bright lights Rue took off her button down shirt and hung it over the edge of the stage. Now in a tank top and jeans, Rue went backstage to grab the big box of gels and the small container of gobos. Fitting gels into frames, Rue used a collection of different colors. She had several shades of blue, some light greens and bright pinks. There was orange and red and some amber. Finally after all the gels had been fitted into frames and attatched to lights, it was time to go through the gobos. Rue plugged a light into an outlet and began holding the gobos, metal cut-outs, under the light; trying to find the one that most looked like the leaves of a tree. Eventually Rue found one that worked, but the frame was too big for the light she had to put it in. Rue tried to get the gobo out of the old frame but it seemed stuck. With a hard pull Rue managed to dislodge the gobo only to have the sharp metal slice into her finger. Dropping everything Rue shouted a favorite four letter word and ran to the bathroom. Uggghhh, I hope I don't get tetanus. After washing her finger Rue grabbed a band-aid from the first aid box and went back to work. Sticking the gobo into a frame and the frame into a light, Rue finished her work. After putting everything away and shoving her shirt into her bag, Rue decided it was time for coffee. Part of the college experiance, you had to have your Starbucks. Cursing over her injured finger, Rue made her way over to the Campus Starbucks. Plopping down at the bar Rue odered a large Java Chip and cursed about her finger some more.
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Robert stared down at his beverage for some time, a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something was off, he was supposed to get a call a few minutes ago.... A call from someone who was not normally late on anything. This was why it worried him, another one of his friends which he planned on going on this recent trip with. After a short session of personal worrying, he decided he was overreacting right now. He could wait a few more moments before calling her himself.
That is when another college student entered the room. His eyes passing over to look at her for a moment. He only caught a glimpse, but she seemed to be dealing with her own troubles. As his eyes went back to the beverage within his own hand, he would look up once again to look at the woman order her own beverage, hearing a few quiet noises. Evidently she was upset over her finger... For whatever reason.
Deciding to play off of this, he walked up next to the woman with a smile on his face, "is something wrong?" He said with a lightly joking tone.