I had my first Stage Manager nightmare of tech week, last night. It was a doozy.
To start with, the set crew drank all the beer I brought them to have when they were done for the night, before they finished, leading to drunken carpentry, AND the fact that someone drank the botle of cider I had brought for myself, and no one could understand why I was cranky.
Then, a friend who had come to help out had a sudden, completely unexpected mental and emotional breakdown. So, instead of working and/or getting rest, I spent all night trying to convince one of the strongest, most capable men I know that
a) he is not broken and useless and dangerous to those he loves
b) his friends do love him and want him around, and
c) getting drunk (on what, all the beer was gone!) and throwing himself off the roof was a very bad iea.
Apparently, while I was outside dealing with emotional issues, political issues had taken over the theatre. When I went back inside there were a lot more people than there were supposed to be...because the freakin' FBI was convinced there was a terrorist hiding in the theatre. And decided they needed to be onstage, during performance, to find him.
Which led to a completely farcical section of FBI agents and army personell being onstage, in bad costumes, trying to "fit in" while looking for a terrorist. I considered having the flymen drop a piece of scenery on their heads, but decided against it, when I figured out they'd just think I was the terrorist.
I was lamenting the ugly dress I had to wear to run the show (for some reason, I'm always costumed in my SM nightmares) when I woke up.