Yes! Tonight's MeCha rule: No whistling, and no talk of the Scottish play.

Yes, break a leg LT! And watch out for cmonkey's horde of robot clowns. I think he's got something planned.

Dear God! Okay, here's what I need to blaze in thespianic glory this evening:

I need Elizard and Specklet to hug and whuffle me until my ribs crack, to remove pre-cue muscle tension.

I need Eedge to coquettishly say something inappropriate that will shock me out of my stagefright. Ditto for Sasshat, only it has to be something insulting, lest I get too egotistical. (Too late, right Agro?)

Wimpdork will keep me light on my feet by dancing with me and wearing a hat of her own design.

Trondant, Wendell and Mike9322 will keep me cracking up and laughing so I don't get tense.

I need Miko backstage dispensing wisdom, and Mudpuppie just being around where I can see her.

I need Hellbient, Box, Loquacious, Eideteker and UWS on the Radio Mecha thingy to keep my rhythm.

Whew - fuck it - I need all of you all the time. And not just on stage, but in life. You keep me whole in amazing ways. (Christ, I think I remember doing a shoutout like this in my high school yearbook - oh well, we can do my Senior Year Will next.)

More later, I'm outta here. You all fucking rock.

Right here for you, buddy.

I need Eedge to coquettishly say something inappropriate that will shock me out of my stagefright.

You're just trying to get me to say "cock" or "tits", aren't you? Well, I won't. So there. 'Cos I'm a fucking lady.

Break a leg, LT! You won't be able to see past the lights, anyway. And enjoy the adrenaline rush when you're done!

Break a leg! We're pulling for you!

Woohoo, LT!
I wish we could fill that roped-off section of the seats reserved just for Mecha ladies. We're all there in spirit.