Back from some dinner. Rehearsal was great, save for our guest star - I guess I wasn't quite strong enough about what kind of show we do, and she didn't do her homework and took fifteen minutes to get through a four-minute song because she couldn't remember any lyrics - she was very funny about it, but I think she also clearly saw five other cast members who'd managed to learn their three songs perfectly and perform them wonderfully, in addition to a twelve-year-old girl with a much wordier song. So, I think the metaphor would be that it was like having water thrown in one's face and hopefully she'll do what she needs to do before the performance. Since she uses a folder as a prop, I told her that if she really needed to she could put her lyrics in there.