Mike sat in the booth alone in the darkness, plotting his revenge. He absolutely resented the way those ignorant actors were always screaming, "Tech, tech, techies!!!" How very dare they insult his trade! Mike could act if he wanted to, he just didn't want to. His forefinger absent mindedly stroked the sound board. When faced with a technical problem, he was always prepared and the stupid actors had no idea what to do. All they could do in a time of crisis was call for someone else to take care of them. Actors are helpless, hopeless even.
As a devoted techie, Mike was sick of them all. "Get me a water!" "How does this thingy work?" "Is my mic working?" "Do you know where my prop is?" "How does this costume look?"
AAHHHH! No! Figure it out yourself! Did you even turn it on? Your prop is your own problem! Why should I care how you look? I'm done! It is time for the revolution my friends!
Mike decided once and for all to assemble his tech army and attack. He locked the booth and left in silence, a sly grin taking over his chiseled features. This was just the beginning.
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