Ren S. & open
Ren is definitely glad to have one performance down, and semi-successfully. He's doesn't really like making speeches, and he's not been in a great mood for them recently, in fact he knows he's probably been pretty intense, edgy and grouchy the past little bit - a lot more than any of the cast deserved. (In truth it's been less than he thinks, but he's sure he's been horrible to everyone). Thus he figures it's probably a good idea to actually note a job well done.
He stands up, raises a milkshake and taps a spoon to it. "So. Uh. You guys answered my crazy call to do this thing. You showed up, you auditioned, you memorized a fuck ton of lines, you learned things about sets and lighting and how to make something out of nothing, and tonight all that paid off. So thanks. I couldn't really do a one-man show, nothing like this, I couldn't have done any of this without you guys being here. And that was cool, so. Yeah, thanks, and enjoy dinner."