When I arrived last night for the showcase at Under St. Mark's Theatre, I was told that there was no one running sound because the person who usually does it was sick. So I volunteered to do it until my slot came up. Running sound is a mixture of excitement and dread - it's great to hold the reins of power, tweaking a level here, raising a spotlight there; but it also comes with the horrific phobia of screwing things up - which I definitely did. So I basically learned that I'm a shitty soundman. I’m sorry everyone! But it gave me renewed respect for those people who are patient and skilled enough to do such a meticulous and potentially irksome job all the time. It was fun while it lasted though.