I could a tale unfold - 4

A week after the 'Hildie' incident, as Ross thought of it, one of his assistants grumbled, "We're never going to get finished on time," as she worked sewing on the trim for Rosencrantz's costume.

"Of course we will," another girl said perkily while working on comparable trim for Guildenstern's tunic. "All we have to do is not sleep for the next week and spend twenty-four/seven here."

"Good idea, Beth," Ross said, not missing a beat as he walked around the costume he'd just finished for Polonius to make certain it met his high standards. "I'll have the fast-food joint down the street deliver supper every night. Burgers and fries work for all of you?"

There was a universal groan from everyone in the room.

"Seriously," he told them, "we're right on track."

* * * *

Halfway across the building, the cast stared at Chandler in shock.

"I mean it," he said firmly. "Either get it together and start concentrating or we'll be rehearsing every waking moment until we open. This is a drama, people, not a comedy of errors."    

"Maybe we should be doing that one instead," Kirk muttered sotto voce to Drew, the man playing Laertes.

"Kirk," Chandler growled, "if you would pay attention, please."

Kirk nodded. "Sorry."

"Alright, enough of reaming all of you. I think you get the picture. Everyone take a fifteen-minute break, except Kirk and Drew. You two will meet Newt in rehearsal room one for some more fencing practice. We'll work around you until you get finished"  

The two men groaned as they headed off stage.