During intermission, the director accosts Michael and promises him a role if he keeps auditioning. In gratitude, Michael steals a bottle of wine from the bar. Angela reappears in the lobby in a farmer-girl outfit, claiming her old gardening clothes were all she had in her car, but Dwight can't take his eyes off her. Pam calls on her cell to check in with Erin, and to tell her, "It's fun to hear Andy sing, in the appropriate setting." She wraps up the call when the lights flash, and apparently she was a little worried, even though Jim assured her there was nothing to worry about. A little early to decide that, I'm thinking.
During the second act, Michael sneaks a swig from his wine bottle, then has to pass it around to Darryl, Meredith, and Kevin, at least for starters. Andy's checking his e-mails in the wings, hoping for a last-minute "break a leg" or an "I still love you." He tucks the phone back into his pocket, assuaging my fears that he was going to miss his cue, but what will happen is so much worse. Creed, meanwhile, is out in the lobby, phoning in a vicious theater review like he's in The Front Page.
Andy comes on stage and is in the middle of a scene when a cell phone starts ringing somewhere in the theater. The actor playing Sweeney Todd tries to ad lib about a bird to cover it and gets a laugh (and a "how is that funny?" from Michael), but of course the ringing phone is in Andy's pocket because the idiot forgot to turn it off after checking his messages. Andy tries to cover as well, saying he closed the bird's beak. Michael's the only one who laughs that time. When Andy's phone chirps the voice-mail notification, he completely goes off the rails, saying he killed the bird, which makes him a murderer just like Sweeney Todd, although Andy admits that his character doesn't know that yet. "His character" is also speaking in an American accent, strangely enough. The entire audience cringes until Sweeney Todd forcefully drags the scene back on track. But then it derails again when Michael loses both his balloons and his wine bottle, the latter of which starts noisily rolling down the floor all the way to the front row. And by the time it stops, his balloons start popping, up against the hot lights. A baby starts crying at the noise. "Sounds like Cece," Pam says as the house lights come up, because every crying baby sounds like yours. But in this case, it's because the crying baby is hers; there's Erin, in the back of the house, with the baby wrapped in blankets. Jim and Pam get up and rush her out.