Final Thought?

So. Everyone gets into their groups. Writers in one corner, directors in another, actors, designers. Each category gets a last minute pep talk and clue in. 

NO MORE THAN 10 MINUTES.

DIRECT THE FUCKING PLAY.

LEARN YOUR FUCKING LINES.

And home. For sleep. For slumber. To get rested for the morrow.

Oh, wait. Except for the writers.

The writers go home, go to a late night coffee shop, go to a back alley somewhere to write a play.

A play? 

A play! A 10 MINUTE play. In 12 hours. be back at 9. 

GO!