The cast is rehearsing. "I don't care, it's all the same / I just want to eat some brains!" Johnny Broadway, watching from the seats, groans and waves his hands, telling them to stop. He stands up and says, "Three words, people: Audience in five days." Friedman, of course, is on the verge of telling Johnny Broadway that it's four words, although it seemed like he had to count on his fingers to be sure, but Joan slaps her hand over his mouth saying, "Can it. I want to get out of here." Johnny Broadway gestures to the pianist, saying, "Carly Simon, from the top!" Johnny Broadway wants to hear it at the back of the room. The cast starts again and Johnny Broadway gyrates down the aisle backward, past where Adam is sitting and sketching while he waits for Joan. He looks at Johnny Broadway, taking in his exuberant physical gestures with a slightly puzzled look. Johnny Broadway is suddenly distracted by what Adam's sketching, which is a graveyard scene with lots of skulls in it and bodies climbing out of graves. Johnny Broadway's all excited, saying it's perfect for the finale: "Can you build it?" Adam: "You want me to, like, build a set by this weekend?" Johnny Broadway politely calls a halt to the rehearsal and asks Adam, "Why not?" Adam struggles with which of the fifty reasons why not to state first, as Johnny Broadway says, "Simple. Stylized. Inspired. You'll have the crew, and anything you need. Up to $300. Thank you. Carlissimo!" He walks off as Joan, who's been hanging about nearby, runs over, gleeful: "You're going to do the sets? That's so perfect!" In the background you see Johnny Broadway bolting toward Carl, telling him they need a song about the moon, and Carl trying to grab his stuff and get out of there. Adam protests that he doesn't know how to build a set. Joan: "Just use your hammer and stuff." Adam shrugs, overwhelmed by both the task and the fact that no one else seems to find it as such. Joan says it would be an extracurricular: "I so knew this play was about more than just me. It was so meant to be!" Adam, still looking doubtful, leans forward to kiss her. He sighs as he puts his hands behind his head: "Oh, man." Man, Amber Tamblyn's hair's gotten a lot redder. I like the colour a lot, but I think I like her hair best when it's a really rich brown with a bit of red in it. I'm thinking of maybe finally colouring my hair, in honour of my fortieth birthday next month. It seems like a good time to do something I've always been scared of, or something I've always wanted to do, or both. It's either that, or go parachuting. And if you don't think those are on a par, you have no idea how afraid I've been to colour my hair. I've never done it, even though I've always wanted to, and my hairstylist has been trying to talk me into it for ten years. She's even offered to do it for free herself, though she's not the salon's colourist. I dunno. I think I need God to come along and give me a pep talk about risk. Frankly, I'm leaning toward parachuting. Or maybe I should go swimming with dolphins. I would love to do that. Y'all can vote in the poll on this page and let me know what you think. Frankly, I'll be lucky if I just get my driver's license before I turn forty.