Opening Night Eve at The Local, a deleted scene from Essence of Time
Rob’s head pounded. Sweat poured from every inch of his skin. His stomach roiled as he looked up from the glamorous task of re-bolting toilets to the floor in the women’s room just hard enough to connect his skull nicely with the damn container for…for…. “Shit!” He rubbed the rapidly forming knot and sat on the cold tile floor, letting the wrench and ratchet dangle from his shaking fingers. “This is insane. Utterly, completely totally insane.”
“Nah,” Jack’s voice floated in from where he was screwing the mirrors on the walls. “Well, maybe. But hey, I’m in it with you so it’s a guaranteed success.”