Tonight, Tonight, Won't Be Just Any Night

Show #6 of Assassins is going to be a good one, tonight. (Well. They've all been good. But, you know.) The house is completely. Sold. Out. They're adding seats to increase capacity. BAM.

Oh, and for Steve: I was crooning ala Byck before warm-ups, which admittedly sounded awful. Andrea started singing like a basset hound. I looked at her and asked, "So I start a tune and dogs wanna burst into song, is that it?"

From out of nowhere, Steve chimes in: "Nuh-uh. Flames."

OW. He's not wrong, but still. Nicely done, Mr. Yednock. Nice.