A bunch of years ago I was sitting in on a rehearsal of THE NIGHT OF THE IGUANA, and because of the regular person's absence, was asked to follow along and give lines or correct anything egregious as they ran through it. I decided that Mr. Tenn. Wms. was not going to be shafted on my watch, and they got their lines tightened up damned well that night. Everyone was happy with it, too, and with my style (I was right on them, prompter-style). That was 1997, and I expect to be asked back at any moment.