The mare didn't require a megaphone to help her cast directions—the acoustics of the theater coupled with her lovely voice and volume were more than enough—, but she insisted on using one. A strapping stallion adjusted himself before entering into the firing range, hopeful for his chances to land a role. While much of the chatter backstage was a mix of note sharing, comments about how hard-nosed this director was, or assurances of skill to the last hurried away star-to-be, there were an equal amount of starstruck whisperers over the two mares waiting for their turn.