Mitsuomi blinked at his manager.  After all the ruckus and the theatre seeming to come apart at the seams, the sight of his manager seemed to offer a breath of fresh air, though perhaps more figuratively than actually.  Usually this kind of situation would have been a paradise for him, but situation was a little too surreal for his liking and in the end, what was the point of voyeurism when all sexuality was rendered public and common?<br/><br/>Realising that he was having an internal monologue whilst standing in front of his manager, he brought himself back to the situation at hand.<strong>“I hope you’ve noticed what’s going outside chief, as I doubt 15 minutes is going to be enough to get that lot together for practice and if we do, how are they supposed to keep their minds on the job?”</strong><br/><br/>Whether it was perving on others by night, or his stage acts by day, or even just making a cup of coffee, Mitsuomi didn’t believe of half-hearted effort on any part.  Shuffling to the window as he spoke, he parted the blinds to look on the streets below, wincing at the sight.<em>Ugh, exhibitionists should put better effort into delivering show to their onlookers!</em>