Briefly back to A...

I nearly forgot to mention: One evening, A and I, under the guise of needing to check the new synthesizers in the orchestra box, went and bonked our way through the entire backstage area, ending up on the stage, just by the famous tyre. There was no show that evening, by the way, except for the one we provided for the ghosts and spiders of the Operettenhaus. A word to the wise: be careful when screwing on a raked stage; it kills your knees.