Rehearsals were messy, full of laughter and technical curses. They argued about pacing: Melanie wanted long, breathing scenes; Marx wanted sharp transitions to test the system’s limits; Megan pushed for pockets of silence, and Ariel read those silences aloud so they felt deliberate rather than accidental. The disagreements tightened them like tuning pegs. They had little money but a stubborn belief that aesthetics could be rescued from scarcity.
However, if you’d like, I can: