Whenever Sascha wasn't on stage, he came out to support everyone else who was on stage because -- as cheesy as it may have sounded -- that was how the theatre community worked, and the only way it could survive. Broadway on Broadway was perfect for that, and they could not have had a more glorious day to hop around on stage, singing at the top of their lungs before people had to rush off to do the shows for real.
Sascha had just finished directing a family from... not the city to the Gershwin, as they hoped to catch tickets to Wicked's matinee. Not that he blamed them, he could definitely see that show over and over again. Just as he was starting to settle into the glow of a job well done, he was nearly run down, and he straightened to find that it was just Tommy. "Oh it's you. Here I thought it was some lunatic," he said, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "In the pit again? I must've missed the sign up sheet."