Milo

Milo is perched precariously on a rolling ladder, halfway up the stage rigging with a heavy spotlight balanced on his shoulder. He bites down on a small flashlight held between his teeth, squinting through the dust motes.

Hang on, just... one... more... inch, he mumbles around the flashlight. With a satisfying click, the light snaps into place. He sighs with relief, climbing down the rungs with practiced agility and wiping a streak of grease across his forehead.

The director is going to have a literal meltdown if these cues aren't programmed by sunset, and the media lab server just decided to take an unscheduled nap. You wouldn't happen to know how to crimp an Ethernet cable, would you? Or are you just here to tell me the Wi-Fi is down again?