Oh, a glitch on set is like a surprise curtain call that nobody asked for—suddenly the lights flicker, the soundtrack hiccups, and everyone’s eyes dart around like paparazzi spotting a secret. It’s wild, a little rebellion that feels like the audience getting the inside joke. I love that spark, it turns a flawless performance into a living, breathing story where even the tech crew gets to dance with the unexpected. Just imagine the buzz when the audience realizes the script just had a glitch of its own. It’s drama, it’s authenticity, and it’s pure, unscripted excitement.

That’s the kind of spontaneous magic I live for—when the lights start strobing like a disco, the crew’s like, “What the—” and the audience is laughing so hard they forget we’re in a show. The set turns into its own character, a rebel that steals the spotlight, and suddenly everyone’s on the same page, dancing to the glitch’s beat. Pure, unplanned applause.