#tech crew

[orchestra-kid-offical]

Reminder to any actors in a theater production: Be nice to and respect crew. We work just as hard as you do, and if you’re rude, we’ll tell you on the stage manager. And the stage manager is gonna tell you on the director. This is targeted to the guy who rolled his eyes when I asked to make a path backstage. Fuck you.

[tech-crew-confessions]

Tech QUOTES

Tech 1 over headset : "If they jump ahead in the show flow one more time. I am going to throw a chair from the booth window"

Camera op: "standing by for chair."

[thebrainpoprobot]

I love tech theater cause I can get asked, "Oh, so what do you do?" and I can respond with the details of the dead body I'm designing.

[isawiitch]

HELL WEEK is about cutthroat theater kids and a summoning gone wrong

Thank you for watching and happy halloweeeeeeen

[intangibleseafoam]

Here's the weekly reminder to thank all the people we can't see who make the shows we love possible!

Thank you to the IATSE local 11 crew for building the stage and load out, which is starting at this moment! Thank you to the drivers, stagehands, board ops, audio mixers, security and all the rest of crew!

Thank you to Nate Piekos, the letterer who was in the audience tonight, and to the costume designer, stitchers, drapers and wardrobe team for the new Sylvia costume tonight! Thank you to whoever is making the fuckass bracelets also, probably props!

Thank you to whoever also gave Gerard and the Clown mouth blood capsules tonight!

Usually I would have more to say but that show is causing me chest pains and I am genuinely at a loss for words right now.

I am scared of Tampa Florida.

[kelsiers-metal-vials]

Thinking about today when one of my theatre directors started talking about the ao3 maintenance going “I just wanted to read my gay firefighter fanfiction!!” very loudly while my dumbass is just trying to paint fucking whoville behind her

high school theatre is an actual fever dream.

[touch-starved-lurker]

one of my favourite things about theatre is the hurried whispers of “thank you” passed one to another through these dark halls. even if neither of us have any idea what the other does. it’s beautiful