A man named Pedro makes a second daring escape from a prison, breaking into a flat out sprint across a golf course-like lawn, lit by floodlights from all sides. As part of some kind of protest, I and my fellow Improv Everywhere compatriots mill about in similar clothing on the lawn, confusing his incarcerators. I struggle with the morality of this, while Pedro’s get away car pulls that prank on him where the driver pulls a few feet away just as you reach the door. The improv group of three hundred laughs.

The protest over, I am walking Buffy the Vampire Slayer home (not Sarah Michelle Gellar, mind you, but Buffy). I am in a Xander-esque best friend role and have no romantic interest in the petit blonde. As she enters her dorm room, I notice that the building is actually Whitefish Bay High School. It is dark, and something is lurking. I make my way through back hallways and the like, avoiding shadowy pursuers, ducking into stairwells at appropriate times. My fear strangles me.

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Yep. It’s audition season. I wonder who Pedro is meant to be.