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The noob of our class told us "Good luck," right before going out for our first performance. The rest of us were on him in a moment and schooled him in the superstitions of theater, and threatened blood if he'd cursed us. The outlook for him was quite grim in the first ten minutes; two times the wrong music came up, three delayed entrances, moved props and costume changing difficulties. However, after those first ten minutes the play went fine, and our second performance was great. Today's shows went perfect, and we have only one more performance tomorrow evening.