1) 3/22/13, 9:43am, Adam’s Playhouse wings

2) A truck backing up outside, blaring it’s signal, the punch of time cards in the shop.

3) The buzzing of my audio feed which has no input from any mics yet, the tick of the clock above my head, the air quietly blowing overhead

4) My own sick sniffles and typing.

5) The sound level is low, and the sound activity is low, but existent.

6) Patient. The playhouse is waiting for its shows.

7) The buzzing of the speaker, the tick of the clock, the rhythmic punching of time cards.