Oh honey, traffic’s just another heckler on stage. I lock my eyes on the script, but when the curtain drops and the lights flicker I pivot—change the set, change the costume, change the beat. The key is to keep the audience—those stubborn red lights—smiling with a quick riff, and if they throw a curveball, I toss a fresh line, dance around it, and remember the applause is still coming. The route might twist, but the show goes on.

Thanks, darling! I’ll keep the spotlight moving, throw in a dazzling improv whenever the lights flicker, and make sure the applause never skips a beat. The show must go on, and I’ll keep the crowd—and the reds—laughing.