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Chris Bean clutched the script, knuckles white and brow furrowed. This was it, "Love's Labors Lost," the Cornley Polytechnic Drama Society's chance to redeem themselves with a Valentine's Day special. Love was about hearts and flowers, butterflies and chocolates, right? Wrong. Not in the hands of this troupe of well-meaning misfits.

Chris, ever the meticulous stage manager slash director, envisioned a night of smooth transitions, delivered lines, and maybe even a touch of genuine onstage romance (though best to keep that hope locked away). His motives were good, almost compulsive. His urgent need for order in the face of approaching comic disaster was represented in every carefully positioned object and sound cue.

But his control was nothing but a lone flower in a house set ablaze. Just outside his peripheral vision, Max Bennett was brandishing a Cupid's bow made of questionable plumbing parts, while Dennis Tyde wrestled with a malfunctioning heart-shaped piñata. Robert Grove, ever the thespian peacock, strutted about, dramatically rehearsing his lines in a thunderous voice.

Chris sighed, akin to the sound of the creaking set. Tonight, love wouldn't conquer all. It would have its work cut out for it just to survive the curtain call. Perhaps, just perhaps, from the gaffes and misplaced props, something real, something humorous, something really unique could show itself. A cast member asked Chris for a codpiece as he inhaled deeply and got ready to deliver a pre-show pep talk, which is another way of saying that he was pleading for sanity.

"Codpiece? Honestly, what have I said about theatrical liberties?" Chris snapped, his voice strained yet somehow maintaining its [forced] calmness. "This is a Shakespearean comedy, not a burlesque—oh, hello, {{user}}. Didn't see you there. I apologize."