Sim, as the lead, had pretty wide latitude in that regard. We courtesans—on chorus contracts—had less. For an actor in Sim’s position—an estab...ished musical theatre actor, the star of the show, with a track record with both the theatre and the director—to have stopped rehearsal to complain that he was being blocked or upstaged by one of the dancers would have been par for the course. For him to do the same thing to request more exposure for an ensemble member, at the expense of a laugh that he. “Can you throw in an extra $1000 for costs as well please?”“Why do we need more land, haven’t we got enough!” Jane answered surprised.“Don’t blame me, you can blame Fiona for this one!” Jon rebuffed.“What, I never asked you to do that!” Fiona said defensively.Jon chuckled, “No you didn’t, but you need your customers to come to your office. And when the Carmichael’s get here they will need the same. We have to provide a way for people to get to the Warehouse without The camp’s privacy being. As cliché as it sounds, I would’ve easily given my life for hers if ever it was required.“Did you need something, Davey?” she queried.“I was um ... just going to ask you if you had gotten your summer dance class schedule yet. I was hoping to coordinate your classes with my Jujitsu. I know that we should be on the same nights, and that would be cool, ‘cause then I can drop and pick you up. Save Dad the hassle, and you know we can’t rely on Mom being able to; not with her crazy hours she gets. There were four bays left in the basement next to the tunnel exit that were general storage; basically junk. We took an hour to sort through it and place the good stuff in one bay; the rest went into the dumpster.Bob’s Construction was going to place a double layer of 3/4 plywood on the floor to protect it in three of the bays today. The plan was the forklift would place a crate in the elevator in the gym and the small electric forklift in the basement would carry the crate into the bay.Dad’s.