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[cw blueberry inflation, art and theatre discourse] Alexis found herself sweating under the intense heat of the stage lights, which could be felt even behind the thick red curtain separating her and her fellow performers from the audience. When the brown-furred afghan hound made the decision to finally give acting another shot by joining the local community theatre, this wasn't exactly what she had in mind. The small company, about 7 or 8 all told, had spent the last few months workshopping and rehearsing what had initially seemed like a fun little physical piece about astronauts having fun adjusting to a multi-day stay on the moon. The idea had been to try and capture the free-as-a-bird nature of low gravity movement and explore how humanity's positive traits can shine through even in the deep darkness of space. There was only one problem: The show wasn't very good. Despite countless hours of stressful rehearsals and reworkings in an effort to make it work, the message of the